"Did I know, when I promised, that I should find you all shaky-pale, as white as my shirts when he comes back from the wash?" "I am quite myself again," she pleaded faintly. "I am quite fit to have the bandage taken off." "What! you know better than I do? Which of us is surgeon-optic you or me? No more of this. Come under my arms! Come into the odder rooms!"