He put down the teapot, took her by the shoulders, and looked into her eyes, at once critic and adorer.
"Jean! You can't deceive me. It's my business to know how people sit when they are tired, and what signs in their faces show they are overworked. You are nearly dead beat."
"Only—only a very little, Lucas," she said less stoutly.
Her spirit was brave, but her feet were weary, and how her back ached!
"I'm going to take you away from that infernal hospital," he announced.
Her back stiffened again.
"Lucas! you promised to be sensible."
He smiled down at her.
"I have the sense to marry you—and do it at once, too!"
She jumped up.