Yes; but it was all nonsense—a myth, a plot. She was becoming hag-ridden again; she must be careful.
2
One afternoon in the beginning of May, when Teresa came on to the loggia at tea-time, she found no one there but David, sitting motionless. He looked at her gravely, and said:
“The doctor came this afternoon.”
“Did he? What did he say?”
“He said I was all right now.”
“That’s splendid.”
“So ... I must be getting back.”
“When?”