They fell heavily, lifelessly, striking her husband's face.
"I would die for you if I might," said Monkey Brand, and he hid his face against the hand that had struck him.
Cuckoo looked at the bowed, blue-black head, and her wide eyes wandered away past it, set in the vacancy of despair. They fell on Janet.
"Who is that?" she said suddenly.
The nurse brought Janet forward.
"You remember me, Cuckoo?" said Janet gently, her calm smile a little tremulous, her face white and beautiful as that of an angel.
"It is Janet. Thank God!" said Cuckoo, and she suddenly burst into tears.
They passed quickly.
"I have no time for tears," said Cuckoo, smiling faintly at her husband, as he wiped them away with a shaking brown hand. "Janet is come. I must speak to her a little quite alone."