Chapter 27

On the fourth morning, Marc was well enough he had recovered and was commanding his nurse to let him go out. His nurse insisted that he could not get up. She would have kept him in the bed for a few days longer if she could but he was very demanding and authoritative and spoke in a very authoritarian manner that she could not ignore. His eyes were dark and furious as he said. "I am getting up !" I was outside the door as I heard his voice and turned to listen with a half-smile on my face. That was Marc I remembered I have not heard that note in his voice since the accident. I knocked at his door and the nurse came to admit me in looking highly disturbed. "He doesn't listen Mrs. Garcia." she whispered crossly as though Marc was a naughty child who needed a good tight slap, which I thought he did and I would love to give him one. Marc was sitting up against his fellows his arms folded across his silk pajamas, his eyes glittering. "Why are you both whispering at the door?" He demanded gla