I am childish, that is all;" but she shivered again.
He sat down beside her, after some time she said: "Will you not rub my feet ?" He knelt down at the foot of the bed and took the tiny foot in his hand; it was swollen and unsightly now, but as he touched it he bent down and covered it with kisses.
"It makes it better when you kiss it; thank you.

What makes you all love me so ?" Then dreamily she muttered to herself: "Not utterly bad, not quite bad--what makes them all love me so ?" Kneeling there, rubbing softly, with his cheek pressed against the little foot, Gregory dropped to sleep at last.

How long he knelt there he could not tell; but when he started up awake she was not looking at him.

The eyes were fixed on the far corner, gazing wide and intent, with an unearthly light.
He looked round fearfully.

What did she see there?
God's angels come to call her?
Something fearful?
He saw only the purple curtain with the shadows that fell from it.