"Yes, he is better.

I believe it." For a few moments they sat there in silence.
"That is a pretty gown," he said pleasantly.
"What! Oh!" Young Mrs.Malcourt bent her head, gazing fixedly at the sealed letter in her hand.

The faint red of annoyance touched her pallor--perhaps because her chamber-robe suggested an informality between them that was impossible.
"I have written to my father and mother," she said, "about the securities." "Have you ?" he said grimly.
"Yes.

And, Louis, I forgot to tell you that Mr.Cuyp telephoned me yesterday assuring me that everything had been transferred and recorded and that my father could use everything in an emergency--if it comes as you thought possible....

And I--I wish to say"-- she went on in a curiously constrained voice--"that I appreciate what you have done--what you so willingly gave up--" An odd smile hovered on Malcourt's lips: "Nonsense," he said.