She knew she would never have the courage.
He waited a few seconds more, then as she remained silent he laid his hand again on hers and pressed it lightly.
"Good-night!" he said.
She scarcely responded, nor did he wait for her to respond.

In another moment he had turned from her, and was talking in a low voice to Nick.
A minute later he went softly out, and she saw no more of him that night.
Nick remained for some little time longer, waiting on her with the tenderness of a woman.

It was wonderful to note how little his infirmity hampered him.

There were very few things that Nick could not accomplish with one hand as quickly as the rest of the world with two.
But Olga, having recovered the full possession of her faculties, would not permit him to sacrifice any more of his night's rest to her.
"I shall be perfectly all right," she declared.

"If I'm not, you are only in the next room, and I can rap on the wall." "Yes, but will you ?" said Nick.
"Of course I will." "Is it a promise ?" She caught his hand and kissed it.