Chapter 2

Room 22c was on the end of the corridor. It was little bit dark in it, because the curtains were closed. The reason was Dr. Piller`s suspicion of a concussion. Therefore he had ordered rest for the patient. With a friendly: "Good morning," Gilbert walked to the bed and looked of the index card, which hung on the end of the bed. As he looked up, he saw a young, pretty woman with long red hair. But, most impressed him her eyes. Never before, he had seen such beautiful grey-green eyes. The special was the glittering in it. "Good morning," the young woman answered and smiled weak. "I'm Dr. Blythe, your treating doctor. How are you, today?" "Properly, fine, up to my feet." "No headache? No dizziness?" Gilbert asked and starts to feel her pulse. "No, nothing of the kind. Must the curtains really be closed? It is so depressing, if you can't look outside the window. Even a great fancy can't help than." She looked to the window. Gilbert laughed about her remark: "If Dr. Piller`s suspicion will not to be confirmed, we can open the curtains. You have a wonderful view towards the park from here." She beamed: "Than, I will, so long as, imagine the park. I'm sure that birches and chestnut-trees standing in it." Gilbert smiled. He takes pleasure in that young teacher. Somehow, she was very exceptional, but at a nice kind. "There is even a little birch wood in it. Birches are my favourite trees." He answered honest. "Mine, too. I like all trees, but birches are my favourite one. The white trunk makes them so elegance." Her eyes looked dreamily. Suddenly, he noticed some freckles on her nose, and he noticed that her nose was exceptional pretty. He had control the splint on her leg and nodded pleased. Everything was all right. "I don't think that you have a concussion. If, until noon no troubles arise, can a nurse open the curtains. "With joy he noticed that her eyes glittering cheerful. He liked it, if he can bring joy to her. His look range on her beside table, there laid a small book with a well- thumbed cover. "But, as a precaution, you shouldn't start to read, soon. We don't want overdo it." He smiled warning. Anne observed his look to the book and smiled: "Oh, no. I don't need to read this book. I know every word. Maybe, it sounds silly, but I want only have this book close by me. It has gone through a lot." She grabbed the book and stroke careful over a corner, where a part absence. "I have it since I was a little girl. It is an heirloom and I hang on it." She closed here eyes and starts to recite:

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro` the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And to silent isle embowers, The Lady of Shalott.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and her cheeks blushing. `What I'm doing here? He must think I'm crazy. ` Thought Anne. "Sorry," Anne stammered and she doesn't dare to look up. "I'm sure you have to do more important things, than listen to me. I`m sorry." "This is Tennyson." Gilbert answered. "The Lady of Shalott is one of his best poems." Anne looked surprised up: "You know Tennyson?" "Of course, he is one of my favourite poets." Anne smiled. At the first time, she liked Dr. Blythe, and now, she knew he was a kindred spirit.

"Mhmmm," from the door they could hear a noise and both turned her head to it. Martha standing there, with some index cards in her hand. "Sorry, Dr. Blythe, but it is time for the visit." She comments cautious. "Ah. yes, of course. I'm coming at once, Martha." He hadn't noticed that he talked 30 minutes with Miss Shirley. The head nurse nodded and closed the door. "I'm sorry that I waste your time." Anne said and laid the book back. "It was a pleasure to me, Miss Shirley." He smiled and than went to the door.