"Any moment."
"Nell—"
"Yes, dear?"
"I—I wish to speak to him—alone, please."
For a moment Nell looked startled.
"There isn't anything—you don't mean there's some pain you haven't told us of?"
"No. I'm quite well now."
"Very well. You shall, dear."
"Thank you."
Molly tiptoed into the room, knocked a photograph off the mantle shelf, bade the Atom a loudly whispered good morning, stood on one leg, then on the other, and tiptoed out again.