A bowl of Morning Glow roses stood by his bedside, gracious things for fevered eyes to rest upon.

A few large photographs of famous pictures hung on the walls.

In front of him was the Santa Barbara of Palma Vecchio, which he recognized with a smile.
He had read about it, and knew that the original was in Venice.
Knowledge of things like that was comforting.
The nurse, noticing the change, came up to him and spoke in a soothing voice.

"Are you feeling better ?" "I think so," said Paul.

"I suppose I've been very ill." "Very ill," said the nurse.
"This can't be a hospital ?" "Oh, no.