"What is it?"
"That tooth. Hell, I've yanked that filling out." He was on his feet, his face contorted under his hand. "Get me some iodine. He said iodine would stop it."
The tooth was treated. Charles, a little sheepishly, admitted that the pain was less.
"Guess I'll crawl right into bed, before it jumps again. If I can get to sleep——"
Catherine filled a hot-water bag and slipped it under his cheek.
"That feels fine." He looked up at her. "Thanks."
Catherine bent quickly and brushed her lips on his forehead.
"Good night," she said steadily. "Go right to sleep." She lay wakeful for a long time.
"When I come back," she thought, at last— She twisted restlessly. "That tooth—I was a little mad, and it destroyed my frenzy. I ought to be glad, and I'm not."