It was to be expected, then, that on this, the apothecary's fourth visit, Palmyre would have learned to take pleasure in his coming.
But the smile was followed by a faint, momentary frown, as if Frowenfeld had hardly returned it in kind.

Likely enough, he had not.

He was not distinctively a man of smiles; and as he engaged in his appointed task she presently thought of this.
"This wound is doing so well," said Joseph, still engaged with the bandages, "that I shall not need to come again." He was not looking at her as he spoke, but he felt her give a sudden start.

"What is this ?" he thought, but presently said very quietly: "With the assistance of your slave woman, you can now attend to it yourself." She made no answer.
When, with a bow, he would have bade her good morning, she held out her hand for his.

After a barely perceptible hesitation, he gave it, whereupon she held it fast, in a way to indicate that there was something to be said which he must stay and hear.
She looked up into his face.