"I'm so glad," she said at length. "So glad to know."
"And I'm glad to have told you."
"I shall get my sight back now. I have something to live for."
"Please God, you will."
"I feel it. I have something to live for.... Dear John!"
She sought to take his hand in hers, but he rose abruptly from beside her couch and strode away.
"We're forgetting!" he exclaimed bitterly. "I'm still Clifford Matheson."
"Not to me."
"Nothing can alter the fact."
"Let us live in dreamland awhile," she pleaded gently.