“I shall stay in town,” she told him, “and study.”
He protested vehemently.
“No use, Lou! I couldn’t bear being among people and this is the best place to hide away. Besides, there’s my mother to consider. I can’t risk having her run loose in New York without me.”
“But you must rest!”
“I must keep going, with as much work as I can manage.”
He bent over her, his kind brown eyes troubled.
“You’ll kill yourself.”
“On the contrary, I wish that I weren’t so intensely alive.” Then she smiled and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about Lisa Parsinova. She’s in fine shape.”
“But Lizzie Parsons?” he put in.
“She doesn’t count.”