"I have had a wonderful sleep," said Jean. "I never had anything of the kind before. It was like heaven."
"Are you suffering now?"
"No—I think not—no. I feel pretty weak. But I am not suffering."
"Shall I call the doctor?"
"I sha'n't need the doctor. I don't want ... I don't need anybody but you."
She turned and put her hand to his cheek. Her long hair fell away from her face and revealed its expression; he turned his own away at sight of it.
"How early you are dressed!" she said, in a different tone.
"I was going out," he stammered. "I was—going away."
"Oh! Going! Where are you going?"
"I won't, if you don't want me to."