Her hands were in his when he sat by her side.
'I talked with the doctor this morning,' she said.
'As I did.'
'No. He gave me a message for you.'
'A message from the doctor?'
'It was Mr. Max's notion that I should tell you.'
'What is it?' Noakes asked quickly.
'Your eyes—they will be well in time, if you are very careful.'
As Noakes breathed deep in relief and gratitude, one of his hands engaged two of Becky's, and he found a different use for the other.