"There should have been two nurses all along. One forgets your youth in
your efficiency. Good morning."

When Priscilla stood beside Huntter again his wan face, close-shut eyes,
and grim mouth almost frightened her.

"I want to sleep," he said briefly. "Draw down the shades."

The night nurse became a staple joke between her and Huntter.

"Lord!" he exclaimed one day as Priscilla entered; "you're like the
morning: clear, fresh, and hopeful. Do you know, that to escape the
nightmare that haunts my chamber after you go, I have to play sleep even
if I'm dying with thirst or blue devils? She's religious! Think of a
nurse with religion that she feels compelled to share with a sick man!
I'm going to get up to-day, Miss Glynn. I've bullied Hapgood into giving
permission, and I've done him one better. I'm going to have a visitor!
I'm back from Bermuda, you know. After you've fixed me up--isn't it a
glorious day?--open the windows, and--I've ordered a lot of flowers.
Put them in those brass bowls. My visitor is a lady. She likes yellow
roses. By the way, Miss Glynn, Doctor Hapgood tells me that you've been
in--Bermuda, too? Thorough old disciplinarian he! You must have been
lonely. And you leave me next week? I want to thank you. I shall thank
you ceremoniously every time you enter after this. You've been--a good
nurse and a--good friend. I couldn't say more, now could I?"

"No, Mr. Huntter. And you've been--a very brave man! I know you will
always be that, and make light of it. I rather like the half-joking way
you do your kindest things. Here are the flowers! Oh, what beauties!"