“Everything changes.”
“Doesn’t it, though? Just like the seasons. Oh, I do think you can draw so many happy comparisons between life and nature. They’re interlinked, if you get what I mean. That’s why the weather is so affecting. I just can’t help feeling gloomy on a gloomy day, and when it’s bright and cheerful and all sunshiny outside, why then I’m that way, too.”
“Cripes!” muttered Hollander softly.
“What did you say, Mr. Hollander?”
“I said that was nice.”
“Now I suppose with you and Mr. Endicott you see each other quite regularly.”
“Now and then.”
“I suppose whenever your business permits?”
His look flicked her like a whip.
“Where’ll I sit?” he said.
Nurse Murrow vanished within her professional sphere.
“Near the patient, please.”
She wondered whether he had meant to snub her. It wasn’t a snub exactly. Yes, it was, too. Well, what of it? He was attractive enough to get away with it, and it probably was nothing but brusqueness, after all. Many strong men were brusque—purposely so to hide a tender interior. There was a man, and a millionaire at that … Hollander was back again beside her. She wondered whether it was so—whether people who didn’t look into your eyes were people whom it was unsafe to trust.