She swung back to her normal calm. "I am tired and cross—"
"I know you are tired. I hope the day nurse will relieve you. I can get two nurses, and let you off entirely."
She shook her head. "I'll stay here. I am interested in the case. And I want to see it through. By the way, he has asked again for wine."
"He can't have it, I told you. You must say that my orders are strict."
He held out his hand. "Then you won't go to France with me?"
"Let me sleep on it,"—her fingers were firm on his own—"and don't scold me any more."
"Did I scold?"
"Yes."
"I am sorry."
She smiled at him. The slow smile which transformed her. "I'll forgive you. Call me up in the morning, please."