“Because I love you,” he said. It was an immense relief to have said it.
“Do you?” she said. “I’m so glad.” They looked at each other a moment, and then she bent and kissed him softly.
They were presently aware of the smiling doctor standing beside the bed. Rose-Ann turned to him.
“I want to take him away,” she said.
“You’re welcome to him,” said the doctor. “He’s perfectly well.”
“Can he leave—right away?”
“This moment, if you like.”
“Good. I’ll go and call a taxi. Be ready as soon as you can, Felix.”
“But where are we going,” Felix asked. He did not want to go back to the settlement, which he felt that he had in a way deserted; and he had an idea that Rose-Ann would not let him go back to Canal street.
“I don’t know. I forgot—” said Rose-Ann, sitting down on the bed again with a helpless air. Then she burst out laughing. “I was going to take you home—I was under the impression for the moment that we were married!”