“But you're coming too, aren't ye? And you've left that theer—Aw, it's glad ter'ble I am, as our people say, and it's longin' mortal you'd be for all, boy.”
Another trill of nervous laughter, and then a burst of earnest English: “But tell me, you've come for good—you are not going back to——”
“No, I am not going back to the Brotherhood, Glory.” How friendly his low voice sounded!
“And you?”
“Well, I've left the hospital, you see.”
“Yes, I see,” he said. His weary eyes were wandering about the room, and for the first time she felt ashamed of its luxuries and its flowers.
“But how did you find me?”
“I went to the hospital first——”
“So you hadn't forgotten me? Do you know I thought you had quite—But tell me at once, where did you go then?”
He was silent for a moment, and she said, “Well?”