"Now please don't think about me any more! I am not ill--or going to be.
You may look at my knee this evening--if you are very anxious.

But not before." "Then you will stay in bed ?" said Burke.
"Very well; if I must," she conceded.
He turned to go; then abruptly turned back.

"And you won't lie and worry?
You've too much pluck for that." She smiled again--a quivering, difficult smile.

"I am not at all plucky, really.

I am only pretending." He smiled back at her suddenly.