Nick remained for some little time longer, waiting on her with the tenderness of a woman. It was wonderful to note how little his infirmity hampered him. There were very few things that Nick could not accomplish with one hand as quickly as the rest of the world with two.
But Olga, having recovered the full possession of her faculties, would not permit him to sacrifice any more of his night's rest to her.
"I shall be perfectly all right," she declared. "If I'm not, you are only in the next room, and I can rap on the wall."
"Yes, but will you?" said Nick.
"Of course I will."
"Is it a promise?"
She caught his hand and kissed it. "Yes, dear Nick, a promise."
"All right," said Nick. "I'll go."
But he was obviously loth to leave her, and she detained him to assure him how greatly she loved to be in his care.
"Max tells me I am not in the least fitted to look after you," he said rather ruefully, "and I believe he's right."