"Please."
"She says she likes the hotel, and the people, although she doesn't see much of them. But this is the part you'll appreciate:
"'There's a wonderful bit of woodland, Sophie, back in the hills, and every day I go there and dream. I thought for a while that I had lost my dreams—but now they are coming to me again in flocks—like doves. And yesterday came the best dream of all. I have been trying to think what I could do with my future, and I've thought of this: I'll build a place up here in the forest where Anthony's sick folk can come when they begin to get well, and thus I can finish the work which he begins——'"
She paused, as Anthony faced her. "Why didn't she write that to me?" he demanded, almost roughly. "Didn't she know it would mean more to me than to you—than to anybody——?"
Then with the sudden consciousness that he was showing his heart he stammered, "Forgive me—but you know what I think—of Diana?"
Sophie was infinitely tactful. "Of course I know what you think of her—she's the most wonderful woman in the whole wide world; and that's a great plan of hers—to have a haven for your convalescents."
He made no answer, but just stood very still, looking out, and when Bettina came down with her little bag, they went away together.
Miss Matthews in a gray flannel wrapper was shivering over an inadequate fire.
"Why aren't you in bed?" the doctor asked.
"Because there is no one to answer my bell, and no one to wait on me—and I'm perfectly sure that if I ever let myself go to bed I shall die."