She blushed.
“No, no, I cannot. What would the nurse think?” She hesitated a moment with puzzled brows. “But yes, I’ll tell you what I will do.” Her eyes laughed down at him reassuringly.
“What?” he whispered joyously.
“I can show you the dressing-gown I had on. Do you remember what it looked like?”
“Golden as honey,” he murmured, his eyes upon her hair. “Yes, ‘seeing is believing.’”
She laughed, and running out of the room, returned with the négligée on her arm. At the sight his smouldering eyes flared anew.
“Yes, that is it,” he whispered. “Will you put it on for me to-night, dear Anne?”
The flush still upon her cheeks, Anne nodded weakly. After all, had not the doctor said he must be humored?
“And now good-bye for the present, Alexis. See, here’s your nurse waiting to drag me out by the hair.” She tried to laugh.
The nurse appeared on the threshold, coughing apologetically. “I do hope you’ll excuse me for disturbing you, but you see it has really been seven minutes, instead of five.” The ghost of a twinkle in her eye, she approached them gingerly.