He even refused to let his thought turn to it.
"You must not mind me, Lois.

I quite understand--the suddenness of hearing even the most--indifferent thing is enough to upset one when one is so tired out with nursing, and all that.

Don't mind me." "You are so good, Gifford," she said, with a sudden shy look from under her wet lashes, and a little lightening of her heavy eyes.
It was at least a joy to feel that he could comfort her, even though it cut his own heart to do so, and the pain of it made him silent for a few minutes.
When they had reached the steps, Lois's face had settled into its white apathy, which was almost despair.

"I think I'll go in, Giff," she said.
"I am so tired." "Won't you fix the roses ?" he asked.
She shook her head.

"No, I--I don't care anything about them; Sally can do it.