"She sees you every day. Just a peep in at your door. But always when you are asleep."
"But why not when I am awake?"
"It would tire you too much, dear boy."
"Only let me look at her."
So at last Bettina stood beside him, very pale, but with her eyes shining.
Justin could not lift his hurt hands to touch her, so she bent down and laid her cheek against his, and whispered, "When you are well, we are going to be—married."
"I know—sweetheart."
"And—may I have the little silver ring for my wedding ring, Justin?"
"Yes, sweetheart."
She was not white now, but all rosy with blushes. As she again bent over him he felt the thrilling power of her youth and beauty. Her presence was like wine, reviving him. Her words were a loving cup held to his lips.