“I’m very sorry,” he said earnestly. “I don’t know how I came to be so clumsy. I—really I’m very sorry.”
“So am I,” said she. “Let’s see!”
To his amazement, she took his chin in fingers surprisingly strong, and turned his face toward the light.
“You’d better come into the office,” she said.
“It’s nothing, thanks,” he began, but she had already vanished through the door, and he felt obliged to follow.
He said nothing at all while she washed and dressed the trifling wound, but he watched her moving about the bright, glittering little room, he noted her precision, her deftness, her familiarity—and he tried to draw conclusions.
“You’re a trained nurse!” he suddenly exclaimed.
She turned toward him, and for the first time he saw her smile.
“No, Mr. Lorrimer, I’m not,” she said. “Now I think you’ll do very nicely.”
It was a tone of polite dismissal, but he did not intend to go.