He
began to notice thoughts and plans of Nurse Rosemary's for his
benefit, which so far exceeded her professional duties that it
seemed as if there must be behind them the promptings of a more
tender interest. He put the thought away again and again, calling
Dr. Rob an old fool, and himself a conceited ass. But again and
again there came about him, with Nurse Rosemary's presence, the
subtile surrounding atmosphere of a watchful love.
Then, one night, he faced and fought a great temptation.
After all why should he not do as Dr. Rob suggested? Why not marry
this charming, capable, devoted nurse, and have her constantly about
him in his blindness? SHE did not consider him "a mere boy." . . .
What had he to offer her? A beautiful home, every luxury, abundant
wealth, a companionship she seemed to find congenial . . . But then
the Tempter overreached himself, for he whispered: "And the voice
would be always Jane's. You have never seen the nurse's face; you
never will see it.
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