The tears were not far from my eyes when I said again softly:
"Your lover always, dear."
"Make no promises," she said, "except one."
"And that is?"
"That you will write me often until I come home."
"Every day."
So we parted, and I returned to London and to my duties at Barbara's
Building. I wrote daily, and her dictated answers gave me knowledge of
her progress. To my immense relief, I heard that the oculist's skill had
saved her eyesight; but it could not obliterate the traces of the cruel
claws.
The days, although fuller with work and interests, appeared long until
she came. I saw but little of the outside world. Dale, my sister Agatha,
Sir Joshua Oldfield, and Campion were the only friends I met. Dale was
ingenuously sympathetic when he head of the calamity.
"What's going to happen?" he asked, after he had exhausted his
vocabulary of abuse on cats, Providence and Anastasius Papadopoulos.
"What's the poor dear going to do?"
"If I am going to have any voice in the matter," said I, "she is going
to marry me.
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