"I will sing for you," he said, "if, after I am done, you choose to hear the song I sing."
I thought again of Miss Lettie, and put the question, once unheeded, concerning her.
"She is better. Your sister is a charming nurse."
A long quiet ensued; in it came the memory of Dr. Eaton's interest in the young girl's face.
"Is Mr. Axtell an artist?" I asked, after the silence.
"Mr. Axtell is a church-sexton," was the response.
"Cannot he be both sexton and artist?"
"How can he?"
"You have a strange way of telling me that I ought not to question you,"
I said, vexed at his non-committal words and manner.
He changed the subject widely, when next he spoke.