“Thank you––Philip!”
Presently she arose, and looked down at him with a long, lingering gaze that seemed to be searching for something in his features.
“You’ll take just what Jim gives you?” she asked anxiously.
“Of course.”
“And not try to––boss him about the medicines and the food?”
“I promise to obey orders.”
“And you’ll be very careful?”
“Yes.”
She moved slowly toward the door. But halfway there she stopped, and turned to look at him again. How could she leave him now? She couldn’t! She couldn’t! He was gazing away from her, out through the window. Wasn’t he going to say a word to her––of farewell? She came back unsteadily, and stood behind his chair, her hands stretched out above his head. Then suddenly, impulsively, not touching him with her hands, she leaned down, and kissed his forehead.
“Good-by!” she said, her voice breaking.