“Oh, several; it depends upon my humor and strength.”
“I don’t think you consider the strength,” he said as he looked at her. “You are tired now, why didn’t you tell me? Sit here and rest a little before going back.”
As they took a seat on the high edge of the river, there was something like a sob of exhaustion in her breath.
“Oh, Esther! How could you?” seeing how faint she was. Her cheek fell in one hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were tired?”
“The air was so bracing, I kept thinking I would feel better directly. How stupid of me to give out so quickly.”
His tender little cares for her comfort, in small things, had often made her ashamed and afraid she was a burden to him.
“Did the doctor give you a tonic when you saw him?”
“I haven’t been to him yet.”
Glenn Andrews looked away across the blue water. His heart understood. He knew by her face that the coldest thing on earth was clamping at her heart. Presently he turned back to her.