You'll lie exactly as flat as you are now.
If it's any consolation I'll tell you that you look like a prostrate
man-angel seven feet long."
"Thanks. I'd fire a pillow at you if I had one. I don't want to look
like an object for sympathy, that's all."
Burns nodded understandingly. "Well, Jord," he said a moment later,
"will you go home on Saturday, too?"
The two looked at each other. Then, "If you say so," King agreed.
"All right. Then we'll get rid of two of our most interesting patients
on that happy day. Never mind--the mails will still carry--and Franz is
a faithful messenger. What's that, Miss Dwight? All right, I'll be
there." And he went out, with a gay nod and wave of the hand to the man
on the bed.
This was on Monday. On Tuesday King offered his petition that Anne
Linton would pay him a visit before she left on Saturday. When the
answer came it warmed his heart more than anything he had yet had from
her:
Of course I will come--only I want you to know that I shall be
dreadfully sorry to come walking, when you must still lie so
long on that poor back. Doctor Burns has told me how brave you
are, with all the pain you are still suffering. But I am
wonderfully glad to learn that he is so confident of your
complete recovery. Just to know that you can be your active
self again is wonderful when one thinks what might have
happened. I shall always remember you as you seemed to me the
day you brought me here.
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