The rings slipped loosely over her thin fingers. Her touch was very light. He looked at her so fixedly that a pale flush rose to her face.
"You are better?" he asked, constrainedly. "Stronger?"
"Oh yes; I have been out twice—no, three times—in the sunshine."
She seated herself on the couch and motioned him to a chair, but he shook his head and stood looking down at her.
"You must be careful," he said, in the same forced tone. "The weather is uncertain."
"Yes. Dr. Salvers is sending me South."
"And when do you go?"
She turned her eyes away.
"He wishes me to go at once," she said, "but I do not know."
She rose suddenly, her lip quivering.