he knew.
"There's nothing I like so much," said she, "as tucking people up in bed
and 'aving them lie there and nursing 'em. Give me anybody ill, and
anybody 'elpless, and me lookin' after 'em, and I'm happy."
"And the longer I lie here, Rose, the happier you'll be?"
"Yes. But I want you to get well, too, sir."
"Because you're so unselfish."
"Oh no. There isn't anybody selfisher than me."
"I suppose," said Tanqueray, "that's why I _don't_ get well."
Rose had a whole afternoon to spare that day. She spent it turning out
his drawers and finding all the things there were to mend there. She was
sitting by his bed when, looking up from her mending, she saw his eyes
fixed on her.
"I don't irritate you, sittin' here, do I, sir?"
"Irritate me? What do you think I'm made of?"
Rose meditated for the fraction of a second.
"Brains, sir," said she.
"So you think you know a man of brains when you see him, do you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What were you, Rose, before you came here?"
"I was nurse in a gentleman's family. I took care of the baby."
"Did you like taking care of the baby?"
"Yes."
Rose blushed profoundly and turned away. He wondered why.
"I had a bad dream last night," said Tanqueray. "I dreamt that your aunt
got into this room and couldn't get out again. I'm afraid of your aunt."
"I dare say, sir. Aunt is so very 'uge."
Rose dropped her g's and, when deeply moved, her aitches; but he did not
mind. If it had to be done, it couldn't be done more prettily.
"Rose, do you know when I'm delirious and when I'm not?"
"Yes, sir. You see, I take your temperature."
"It must be up now to a hundred and eighty. You mustn't be alarmed at
anything I say. I'm not responsible."
"No, sir." She rose and gravely took his temperature.
"Aren't you afraid of my biting the bulb off, and the quicksilver flying
down my throat, and running about inside me for ever and ever?"
"No, sir."
"You don't seem to be afraid of anything."
"I'm not afraid of many things, and I would never be afraid of you,
sir."
"Not if I went mad, Rose? Raving?"
"No. Not if you went mad. Not if you was to strike me, I wouldn't." She
paused. "Not so long as I knew you was really mad, and didn't mean to
hurt me."
"I wouldn't hurt you for the world."
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
That evening, when she was giving him his medicine, he noticed that her
eyelids were red and her eyes gleaming.
"You've been cr
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