"De doctor he done give dis yar foh de
Aspic nerve." Which is a dish that Jenifer must have invented himself,
for it is not discoverable even on the fullest of menus.
Leonore knelt in front of Peter, and, drenching her fingers with the
wash, began rubbing it softly over his eyes. It has always been a
problem whether it was the remedy or the ends of those fingers which
took those lines of suffering out of Peter's face and made him sit
quietly in that chain Those having little faith in medicines, and much
faith in a woman's hands, will opine the latter. Doctors will not.
Sufficeth it to say, after ten minutes of this treatment, during which
Peter's face had slowly changed, first to a look of rest, and then to
one which denoted eagerness, doubt and anxiety, but not pain, that he
finally put out his hands and took Leonore's.
"You have come to me," he said, "Has he told you?"
"Who? What?" asked Leonore.
"You still think I could?" cried Peter. "Then why are you here?" He
opened his eyes wildly and would have risen, only Leonore was kneeling
in front of the chair still.
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