“Oh, you mustn’t think that I’m going to be an invalid for life. The doctor says I’ll be as well as ever in a little while.”
Davidge could not see how he was to tell her that he didn’t mean that without telling her just what he did mean. In his tormented petulance he turned his back on her and groaned.
“Oh, go away and let me alone.”
She was laughing beyond the limits called ladylike as she began to wheel her chair toward the door. The nurse ran after her, asking:
“What on earth?”
Mamise assured, “Nothing on earth, but a lot in heaven,” and would not explain the riddle.
CHAPTER VII
Davidge was the modern ideal of an executive. He appeared never to do any work. He kept an empty desk and when he was away no one missed him. He would not use a roll-top desk, but sat at a flat table with nothing on it but a memorandum-pad, a calendar, an “in” and an “out” basket, both empty most of the time.