I leaned back luxuriously, and gazed with admiration on my nurse.
"It's quite worth while, after all," I said.
She colored, but looked steadily at me as she worked.
"Don't get too appreciative," she said.
"Impossible!" I interrupted.
"Because," she said, "I'm coming to believe that you're not so badly hurt as your poor head looks. The blood on your face isn't yours at all, but came from somebody else--"
"You ought to see the other fellow," I murmured softly.
"--and you've been getting sympathy under false pretenses, and I really think I ought to call Jane to look after you while I attend to uncle."
"I shall sink into the last stages of dissolution," I protested, "if you turn me over to an incompetent nurse."
"Incompetent! Why, Jane is twice as competent as I."