“Sometimes I longed for the warm, sweet touch of your hand on my head,” he said at last; “it throbbed so, and ached.”
“Oh, dear, why didn’t you send for me?”
“You forget, I didn’t know where to send.”
She paled under the answer. “But you had someone you wanted more.” She said this with an impulsive touch of resentment.
“She was the best one I ever had. Professional nurses are not always as solicitous or as kind.”
“Professional,” Esther repeated to herself, betraying no sign of the relief it gave her.
The soft wind moved the curtains and let a flash of sunlight in. Glenn looked out; the air was full of spring.
He could not but think of the old days, the paths upon which they had strolled now lay green and solitary through field and woods.
For a man who loved to steep himself in the sunshine and open air, he but seldom indulged himself.
“Esther, get your hat; it’s too fine a day to be indoors. I’ll take you away, out to Van Cortlandt Park.”