You won't see much change in this
here old town."
Ingolby's hand was in Rockwell's. "It's all right, isn't it?" he asked.
"You can see it is," answered Rockwell with a chuckle in his voice, and
then suddenly he put the bandages round Ingolby's eyes again. "That's
enough for today," he said.
A moment later the bandages were secured and Rockwell stood back from the
bed.
"In another week you'll see as well as ever you did," Rockwell said. "I'm
proud of you."
"Well, I hope I'll see a little better than ever I did," remarked Ingolby
meaningly. "I was pretty short-sighted before."
At that instant he heard Fleda's footstep approaching the bed. His senses
had grown very acute since the advent of his blindness. He held out his
hand into space.
"What a nice room this is!" he said as her fingers slid into his. "It's
the nicest room I was ever in. It's too nice for me. In a few days I'll
hand the lease over again to its owner, and go back to the pigsty Jim
keeps in Stormont Street."
"Well, there ain't any pigs in that sty now, Chief; but it's all ready,"
said Jim, indignant and sarcastic.
It was a lucky speech. It broke the spell of emotion which was greatly
straining everybody's endurance.
"That's one in the eye for somebody," remarked Rockwell drily.
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