“Ten o’clock.”
“Really? What time did you get in?”
“About half-past five.”
“How did the rehearsal go?” she repeated.
“Fine. Kane thinks it will be a knock-out.”
“I’m sure it will.”
He turned his face from hers for an instant of silence.
The nurse moved about the room, lifting the blinds to the sunlight, preparing it for the day. Then she came over to the bed.
“As soon as I have Mrs. Moore fixed up, I’ll let you come back,” she said.
“You’ll let him tell me all about it, won’t you?” pleaded the voice from the pillow. “I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t.”