Hollister nodded.
"Complete normal sight?"
Hollister nodded again.
"You don't seem overly cheerful about it," Lawanne said slowly.
"You aren't stupid," Hollister replied. "Put yourself in my place."
It was Lawanne's turn to indicate comprehension and assent by a nod.
He looked at Hollister appraisingly, thoughtfully.
"She gains the privilege of seeing again. You lose--what? Are you sure
you stand to lose anything--or is it simply a fear of what you may
lose?"
"What can I expect?" Hollister muttered. "My face is bound to be a
shock. I don't know how she'll take it. And if when she sees me she
can't stand me--isn't that enough?"
"I shouldn't worry, if I were you," Lawanne encouraged. "Your wife is
a little different from the ordinary run of women, I think. And, take
it from me, no woman loves her husband for his Grecian profile alone.
Nine times out of ten a man's looks have nothing to do with what a
woman thinks of him, that is if she really knows him; whereas with a
man it is usually the other way about, until he learns by experience
that beauty isn't the whole works--which a clever woman knows
instinctively.
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