"He is not to be disturbed in any way. Perfect rest is what the doctors
ordain. He has been left a wreck, but his fine constitution will pull
him through; in the meantime we have to be most careful."
She was silent and thoughtful for a minute.
"I can't see him?"
"I think not--it would be most unwise. You would not wish to do anything
inconsiderate."
"Oh, certainly not. May I write to him, then?" she asked.
"It will be some time before he can attend to any letters. You have no
idea how weak he is. We want him to remain in perfect rest and quiet."
"This is Thursday," she said. "Supposing everything goes well, and I
called on Tuesday next, could I see him then?"
"By that time it would be easier to say," he answered, with diplomatic
ingenuity. "I should think it very likely."
"It will be a long time before he can come back to the theatre?" she
asked again.
"There is no doubt about that."
"But his voice will be all right when he gets well?"
"Dr. Whitsen seems to think so."
She stood undecided for a moment; then she said,
"Well, I won't write until you give me leave. I don't mind your seeing
the letter, when I do.
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