“I shall have to see for myself,” she thought.
With the haste of fear, she flew before Giovanna down the long hallway, around the dark corner, to the door of Gerald’s room. It was half open. Checking herself on the threshold, she thrust in her head.
He was so lying in his bed that beyond the outlined shape under the covers she could see of him only a dark spot of hair. And she felt she must see his face, whether asleep or awake, to get some idea.... She tiptoed in with the least possible noise. At once, without turning, he asked something in Italian, and speaking forced him to cough; and after he had finished coughing, Aurora, who was near, 288could hear his breathing rustle within him like wind among dead leaves.
Giovanna had gone to the head of his bed and whispered a communication. Upon which he twisted sharply around, and Aurora, moved by an overpowering impulse, rushed to his side.
“Hush!” she said at once. “Don’t try to talk; it makes you cough. I just wanted to know how you were. It would be funny, now don’t you think so yourself, if, such friends as we’ve been, I should stop caring anything about you because you were cross the other day? I had to come and see if there wasn’t something we could do for you.”
The attempt to speak choked him again; he had to lift himself finally quite up from his pillow to get breath. Quicker than Giovanna, Aurora snatched up a gray shawl from a chair to put over his shoulders. The room felt to her stagnantly cold. He stopped her hand in the act of folding him in, and she knew that it was not the Gerald of last time, this one who, with an afflictive little moan, clasped and pressed her hand.
She hushed him, every time he tried to speak, until his breathing had quieted down, when he came out despite her forbidding with a ragged, interrupted, but obstinate eagerness:
“How can I ever thank you enough for coming, dear, dear Aurora? I have lived in one prolonged nightmare ever since I saw you, knowing I had behaved like a blackguard, and fearing I should never have a chance to beg your pardon. I thought I should never see you again. And here you are, so generous, so kind!”
“Hush, Gerald! Don’t make anything of it. Of 289course I came. Keep quiet now; you mustn’t try to talk.”
“Dearest woman,” he insisted, with his voice full of tears, “I don’t even know what I said to you, but I know that the whole thing was atrocious. You standing there like a big angel, with your innocent arms full of flowers, and I barking at you like a cur!”