PART II
At the claim of his voice she responded; smiling, she stirred. He could not help remembering how she had once said, "If I were dead, I should answer you if you called me, Marshall." And for the moment, she had looked—but it was not death.
She opened her large eyes and regarded him—strangely, he thought, for the instant; then with the lambent look which belonged to Jean, and quite steadily. He knelt by her, and drew the blanket up, and buttoned the nightdress at her throat with clumsy fingers.
"I have come back to say"—he began. But he could not say it. "Have you had an ill turn?" he temporized.
"I don't know," said Jean.
"How did you happen to be on the lounge?"
"I don't know," repeated Jean.
"Are you suffering, dear?"
"I fell asleep," said Jean, after some thought.
"Don't you remember when you got out of bed?"