"But you were looking like that when I opened my eyes."
"Well?" said Amaryllis.
"You hadn't had time to know whether I was well or ill, strong or weak. And you looked as if it had been there a long time."
"What?" she asked again.
"The—the expression," said Dick, his tone as fierce as his words were lame.
Very sweetly, and with no taint of derision in the sweetness, Amaryllis laughed.
"The gloriousness? I'd been watching you all the time, you see, and I knew it was doing you lots of good—and—and I was proud of being useful, perhaps. So, of course I looked happy and shining."
"When did you take my head on your knees?" he asked, sternly.
But this time she understood every furrow of his frown.
"As soon as you were asleep," she answered.