I hope the injury to your arm will progress quite satisfactorily.

You will not be able to write to me yourself at present, but your sister Mona has promised to let me hear of you by every mail.

Dr.Barnard will also write." He paused.

But Nan said nothing whatever.

She was wondering, with a fiery embarrassment, what form his farewell would take.
After a brief silence he rose.
"Good-bye, then!" he said.
He bent low over her, looking closely into her unwilling face.