You see, Rosabel and I were great
pals." His voice broke a little, and he bit his nether lip.
"We've finally got her to lie down," said the woman. "She's--she's
nearly crazy with the suspense and--everything. If you'll wait a
little bit, I'll find out if she feels like seeing you. Alix Crown
is with her. She coaxed her to stretch out on the bed. Miss Crown
understands these things. She did some hospital work during the
war--"
"Yes, I know Miss Crown," he interrupted.
"--and saw a lot of suffering, 'specially among mothers who came
to see their crippled and sick sons in the hospitals."
"Perhaps if you were to tell Miss Crown that I am here she could--but
no, I sha'n't even bother Miss Crown. She's got her hands full. I
will sit down and wait awhile, however. If by any chance, you should
be able to get word to Mrs. Vick that I am here, I think she might
feel like seeing me."
"I'll see," said the woman dubiously, and went away.
Courtney sat down on a sofa in the parlour. He looked around the
lamp-lit room....Over in the corner was the upright piano on which
Rosabel used to play for him. He could see her now--the shapely,
girlish back; the round, white neck and the firm young shoulders;
the tilt of her head; the strong, brown hands,--he could see her now.
And she used to turn her head and smile at him, and make dreadful
grimaces when this diversion resulted in a discord.
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