"I have not been very ill, and am now better."
"I heard that you complained of thirst. I have brought you some grapes; can you taste one?"
"No; but I thank you for remembering me."
"Just one."
From the rich cluster that filled a small basket held in her hand she severed a berry and offered it to his lips. He shook his head, and turned aside his flushed face.
"But what, then, can I bring you instead? You have no wish for fruit; yet I see that your lips are parched. What beverage do you prefer?"

"I have not been very ill, and am now better."
"I heard that you complained of thirst. I have brought you some grapes; can you taste one?"
"No; but I thank you for remembering me."
"Just one."
She offered a grape to his lips. He shook his head, and turned aside his flushed face.
"But what can I bring you instead? What do you like to drink?"
