There was an unwonted softness in his voice.
“I’m sorry I’m such a brute—I am a good deal of a brute—ain’t I?”
When she did not answer he shouted at her suddenly:
“Ain’t I?”
“Yes,” said the frightened nurse.
“And I’m a pig, too. That’s what the doctor called me the other day when he left, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“I heard him. And he’s right, too—though not so bully as you, at saying it.”
“The doctor is mistaken,” braved the girl. “I wouldn’t say it.”
Ravant gasped and sat up in bed.