“How cool your hand feels,” she murmured. “Put it over my eyes. They burn so.”
He obeyed her and they remained quiet for many minutes; through their hearts went many thoughts.
She moved slightly. He understood, removed his hand and waited.
When Elsie opened her eyes she looked directly into his kind eyes filled with grief and love.
“You mustn’t be so sorry for me, Harvey,” she whispered.
“You will be better soon, and then—remember, little dear, I still have the wedding ring.”
Elsie sighed. “Poor old Harvey! There never was anybody so good as you are to me.”
“I love you.”
She patted his cheek. “It’s so good of you to go on caring about me.”
“I couldn’t stop if I wanted to,—and I don’t want to.”