She started back.
He was surprised at the shy beauty he perceived. She had always seemed to him such a sober body.
The nurse rapped at the door.
"It is bedtime," she announced,
"Yes, nurse," she answered quickly.
"He asked if he might come to say good night. He 's going to stay here with me a day or so. Shall I bring him up?"
She hesitated a moment and then meeting her brother's eyes steadily, answered,
"Yes, Ben."
When Donaldson came into the room she was shocked at the change in his appearance. It was almost as though what Arsdale had gained Donaldson had lost. He was colorless, wan, and haggard. His eyes seemed more deeply imbedded in the dark recesses below his brows. Even his hair at the temples looked grayer. But neither his voice nor his manner betrayed the change. The grip of his hand was just as sure; there was the same certainty in gesture and speech, save perhaps for some abstraction.
"They tell me I may stay but a minute," he said, "but it is good to see you even that long."