Julian, when he sat reading, sometimes became desperately aware of her eyes being fixed on him for many minutes at a time.

Once, on this happening, he looked up with a smile.
"What is it, dear ?" he asked, turning round to her.

"You are very quiet.

Shall I put away the book and talk ?" "No; I'm all right." "You've been much better lately, haven't you ?" he said, taking her hand playfully.

"Let me feel your pulse; you know I'm half a doctor." She drew it away peevishly.