The things we do!

The forehead of Dunwody was beaded. He said
nothing, not even when they had finished all they now could do to
make her comfortable.
"_Au revoir_, Mademoiselle," said Eleazar, at length. "I go now
for those doc'."
A moment later the room was cleared, none but Dunwody remaining.
At last, then, they were alone together.
"Go away! Bring me Jeanne!" she cried at him. His lips only
tightened.
"May I not have Jeanne?" she wailed again.
"Yes, you shall have Jeanne--you shall have anything you want," he
answered at length, quietly. "Only get well. Forgive me all this
if you can."
Josephine's lips trembled. "May I go?" she demanded of him.
There was a strange gentleness in his voice. "You're hurt. It
would be impossible for you to go now. Don't be afraid. Don't!
Don't!"
She looked at him keenly, in spite of her suffering. There seemed
some change about him. At length, heavily, his head sunk, he left
the room.
Jeanne herself, sobbing, tearful, withal overjoyed, rejoined her
mistress.


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