Steele certainly said a lot of crazy things. "But why'd you come—why're you so good—when you don't love me?"
"Oh, but—I do—love you," whispered Miss Sampson brokenly.
"How do I know?"
"I am here. I tell you."
There was a silence, during which she kept on bathing his head, and he kept on watching her. "Diane!" he broke out suddenly.
"Yes—yes."
"That won't stop the pain in my head."
"Oh, I hope so."
"Kiss me—that will," he whispered. She obeyed as a child might have, and kissed his damp forehead close to the red furrow where the bullet cut.
"Not there," Steele whispered.