"Tell me quick, Nancy," he said. "It is true about last night, isn't it? I'm terribly afraid that perhaps I fell asleep and dreamed it all."
She shook her head. "No, Colin," she said. "It's quite true. You sat up in bed and made love to me in the most passionate manner. I don't know whether you really meant it or whether it was because you had had a blow on the head."
Colin leaned forward, and, taking the cup out of her hand, deposited it carefully on the table beside him. Then he drew her gently down on to the bed, and, putting his arms around her, pressed his lips to hers.
"I think you must be better," said Nancy, as soon as she was at liberty to speak.
"I'm not only better," declared Colin. "I'm perfectly well. I believe an occasional smack from a sandbag would do me all the good in the world."
Nancy parted his thick curly hair, and very carefully examined the back of his head.
"You've got a nasty lump there still," she said. "Hadn't you better stop in bed until Mark comes?"
"Good Lord, no!" returned Colin. "I'm going to get up and do my job. There'll be all last night's patients to see as well as to-day's, and I don't want to land Mark with a double dose of work."
"Well, if you really mean it," said Nancy. "I must go downstairs and get things ready. I haven't even opened the letters yet."
"Just one more kiss first," pleaded Colin.