"Oh, I'm all right."
He looked at her with his head on one side.
"Do you think you could stand hearing something very terrible about me, Beth?"
She glanced at him anxiously and then a smile of perfect faith responded to his. She knew that he was getting well now, because this was a touch of his old humor.
"H-m. I guess so. I don't believe it can be so very terrible, Peter."
"It is—very terrible, Beth."
But the pressure of his fingers was reassuring.
"I'm listenin'," she said.
"Well, you know, you told me once that you'd marry me no matter what I'd been——"
"Yes. I meant that, Peter. I mean it now. It's what you are——"