"Do you suppose for one moment that I blame a man who has been irresponsible through no fault of his, and who has made the fight and has won back to sanity?"
"I—am not yet—well!"
"I understand."
They paused beside the port rail for a few moments.
"I suppose you know," he muttered, "that I have thought—at times—of ending things—down there. … You seem to know most things. Did you suspect that?"
"Yes."
"Don't you ever sleep?"
"I wake easily."
"I know you do. I can't stir in bed but I hear you move, too…. I should think you'd hate and loathe me—for all I've done—for all I've cost you."
"Nurses don't loathe their patients," she said lightly.