"I am glad you did not give up the Nile trip but—"
An early bee hummed in from the hyacinths and buzzed against the pane. Otherwise the room was very still.
—"but of course, if you had sent for me I should have come."
The bee fought the window angrily, up and down, up and down, for several minutes; then found the open glass and whirled out into the sunshine, joyfully.
Absolute silence in the room, until Garth's quiet voice broke it as he went on dictating.
"It is more than kind of you to suggest coming to see me, but—"
Nurse Rosemary dropped her pen. "Oh, Mr. Dalmain," she said, "let her come."
Garth turned upon her a face of blank surprise.
"I do not wish it," he said, in a tone of absolute finality.
"But think how hard it must be for any one to want so much to be near a—a friend in trouble, and to be kept away."