"What is it?" she called softly.
"I am looking for something in which to heat water," came Philip's voice.
She scrambled out of bed, drew on a few clothes, and went out. Lawrence was tossing on his bed and breathing heavily. She set to work heating the water herself, and sent Philip back to his blankets. There was a pleasure in doing this nursing for Lawrence. She felt glad that hers was the chance to care for him.
"You're to have the best nursing a sick man ever got, Lawrence," she said, stooping over him tenderly.
He smiled faintly and whispered: "Good, Claire."
"You'll be well so quick you won't remember being ill."
"I know," he murmured huskily.
"What do you know?" she asked eagerly.
"I know, it's natural for you, this kindness."
"Is that all you know, Lawrence?"