her where she stood.

"We are back again, Leslie."

"Yes, Miss Lee."

"Back to--what? To live the whole thing over again in a courtroom!
If only we could go away, anywhere, and try to forget!"

She had not expected any answer, and I had none ready. I was
thinking--Heaven help me--that there were things I would not forget
if I could: the lift of her lashes as she looked, up at me; the few
words we had had together, the day she had told me the deck was not
clean; the night I had touched her hand with my lips.

"We are to be released, I believe," she said, "on our own--some
legal term; I forget it."

"Recognizance, probably."

"Yes. You do not know law as well as medicine?"

"I am sorry--no; and I know very little medicine."

"But you sewed up a wound!"

"As a matter of fact," I admitted, "that was my initial performance,
and it is badly done. It--it puckers."

She turned on me a trifle impatiently.