“He will not see you. You must go away.”
Dr. Coutras insisted, but she would not let him pass. Dr. Coutras shrugged his shoulders, and after a moment’s rejection turned away. She walked with him. He felt that she too wanted to be rid of him.
“Is there nothing I can do at all?” he asked.
“You can send him some paints,” she said. “There is nothing else he wants.”
“Can he paint still?”
“He is painting the walls of the house.”
“This is a terrible life for you, my poor child.”
Then at last she smiled, and there was in her eyes a look of superhuman love. Dr. Coutras was startled by it, and amazed. And he was awed. He found nothing to say.
“He is my man,” she said.
“Where is your other child?” he asked. “When I was here last you had two.”