"I'll make it up to you, though, Hester. I know I should have been
strong enough to hold out against your marrying me, but I'll make it up.
I've a great scheme; a sort of braille system of accountancy--"
"Please, Gerald--not now!"
"If only, Hester, I felt easier about the finances. Will your savings
stand the strain? Your staying at home from your work this way--and then
me--"
"Gerald dear, I've told you so often--I've saved more than we need."
"My girl!"
"My dear, my dear!" she said.
* * * * *
They moved him with hardly a jar in an army ambulance, and with the
yellow limousine riding alongside to be of possible aid, and she had the
bed stripped of its laces and cool with linen for him, and he sighed out
when they placed him on it and would not let go her hand.
"What a feeling of space for so little a room!"
"It's the open windows, love."
He lay back tiredly.
"What sweet linen!"
"I shopped it for you."
"You, too--you're in linen, Hester?"
"A percale shirt waist.
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