“At the office.” Her eyes danced with delight. She would have begun, then and there, to tell him all that had happened,—“had taken care of herself all along,” she said, “until they began to move. In moving, had been obliged to overwork—hardly fixed yet”—
But the Doctor gently checked her and bade her be quiet.
“I will,” was the faint reply; “I will; but—just one thing, Doctor, please let me say.”
“Well?”
“John”—
“Yes, yes; I know; he’d be here, only you wouldn’t let him stay away from his work.”
She smiled assent, and he smiled in return.
“‘Business is business,’” he said.
She turned a quick, sparkling glance of affirmation, as if she had lately had some trouble to maintain that ancient truism. She was going to speak again, but the Doctor waved his hand downward soothingly toward the restless form and uplifted eyes.
“All right,” she whispered, and closed them.