And Desire knew something of nerves.

What she did not know, in the present case, was their exciting cause.

Neither could she understand this new reticence on the part of their victim nor his reluctance to admit the obvious.

She puzzled much about these problems while the lazy one rested in the sun and the quiet, golden days wrought the magic of their cure.
And Spence, mere man that he was, fancied that she noticed nothing.

The pleasant illusion hastened his recovery.