That's why I brought a snack with it." He was cutting a chicken sandwich on the tray he had placed under the green shaded light, and after a minute he brought it to her and held the cup while she ate.

A nurse could not have been gentler about the little things she needed; yet she knew that he was rough, off-hand, careless--she could imagine that he might become almost brutal if he were crossed in his purpose.

She had believed him to be so simple; but he was in reality, she saw, a mass of complexities, of actions and reactions, of intricacies and involutions of character.
"I don't know what I should have done if you hadn't been here," she said gratefully while she ate the sandwich and he sat beside her holding her cup.

"But I'm so unused to being taken care of," she added with a trembling little laugh, "that I don't quite know how to behave." "Oh, you would have got on all right," he rejoined carelessly; "but I'm glad all the same that I was here." She motioned toward the hall.

"Has there been any change ?" "No, there won't be until morning.