For the first time she put out a hand and touched his sleeve.
"Yes, you have suffered, and for me.

Let me go on believing that.

You did a noble thing, and I shall try to remember you by it--to remember that you were capable of it.

'It was for my sake,' I shall say, and then I shall be proud.

Oh, yes, sometimes I shall be very proud! But in love--" Her voice faltered, and he looked up sharply.
"In love"-- she smiled, but passing faintly--"it's the little things, is it not?
It's the little things that count." She touched his sleeve again, and passed into the room, leaving him there at a standstill, as Endymion and the Commandant came round the corner at the far end of the corridor.
"Excuse me," said Endymion, and, stepping past Raoul without a glance, looked into the surgery.