"You told me, that was four-five days ago," said Aunt Jane, "that you didn't want to see him or hear his name mentioned. At least, that's what I understood."
The woman was not looking at her.
"So when he's been here, time and again—three times a day, some days—I've told him you couldn't see anybody—not even your husband.... I thought that was what you wanted."
"Yes," said the woman faintly.
Aunt Jane nodded. "And now you're acting hurt and keeping yourself from getting well."
The woman flushed a little. "I don't think I am."
"Yes, you are," said Aunt Jane comfortably. "Of course it don't make any real difference. You'll get well sometime.... Only it seems foolish. Well, I must be going on my rounds. Keep up good courage." She stood up and moved toward the door.
"Aunt Jane."
"Yes."