I will be back presently." Gregory sat down, with bent head and quick breath.

She did not speak, and lay with half-closed eyes, seeming to have forgotten him.
"Will you turn the lamp down a little ?" she said at last; "I cannot bear the light." Then his heart grew braver in the shadow, and he spoke.

Nursing was to him, he said, his chosen life's work.

He wanted no money if-- She stopped him.
"I take no service for which I do not pay," she said.

"What I gave to my last nurse I will give to you; if you do not like it you may go." And Gregory muttered humbly, he would take it.
Afterward she tried to turn herself.