“Why? Why?—”
“Robert, Robert.” She was bending over him. Her hair was brushing against his face. He felt a glow of warmth. Then her lips against his. Her eyes were closed. He closed his own.
“Dorothy.” His head was clear. He remembered everything. “But why are you here?”
“I heard you had been hurt. I thought—I thought it was serious. But it isn’t. I’m so glad,” she sobbed.
“But why did you come?”
“Because—because—” She looked full into his eyes and he could see little sparks of light dancing in them. “I love you, Robert.”
His heart gave a bound.
“But—” He remembered. Oh, yes, McCall. “But I thought that Jack Levin—”
“No.” She shook her head. “We are of different faiths. We—”
“But—you told me—your ideas—”