The next day the specialist confirmed what Donelle had said about the eyes.
"You're going to see again, Norval," was the verdict. "You'll have to go slow, wear dark glasses for awhile, but most of all, forget what brought this about. Your nerves have played the deuce with you."
"Yes," Norval replied, "for some time I've had that line on my nerves, ever since Miss Walden bullied me into walking."
The afternoon of that same day Norval surprised Donelle by announcing that he was dead tired of reading.
"I want to talk," he said. "Where is Law?"
"He went to—to see Professor Revelle. He said he wanted some music; that you," the pale face broke into a pathetic smile, "that you had got on his nerves. Unless he got out he'd be——"
"What, Miss Walden? What, exactly?"
"Well, he'd be damned! That is what he said, exactly."
"He's beginning to treat me like a human being, Miss Walden. I love Law when he's at his worst. I suppose I've been a big trial, moping here. Have I injured your nerves?"
"No—o! Not for life."