The shadows in the room were clear gray—the east light had touched them. The eyes looked out on the light, unseeing, and fell shut. A half sigh fluttered to the parched lips and escaped and the man turned his head. Aunt Jane bent forward, waiting. The eyes opened and saw her and closed, and an even breath came through the lips. Then a deep groan broke from them and Aunt Jane smiled.... It was a quiet, brooding smile like the light of the morning that was flooding in through the room.... The man groaned again.
Aunt Jane nodded happily and got up. She opened the windows wide and let in the freshness and stood for a moment breathing it in. Then she went back to the bed.
The man's eyes regarded her dully.
"You feeling all right now?" she said cheerfully, bending over him.
He turned his head with a groan and Aunt Jane touched the bell.
It was the nurse with the reddish hair who responded, fresh from her nap.
"How is he?" she asked. She looked toward the drawn face on the pillow.
"He's all right," said Aunt Jane. "He's just begun to suffer. He'll get along all right now."
"You don't think we need to send for Dr. Carmon?" she asked doubtingly.