Mrs. H: "No. I married an Englishman, but I am German."
Mrs. H, accepting: "I suppose it would be." She looked into my face and as I smiled, she smiled back and I took the opportunity to slip her hands through the sleeves of a new hospital gown. At least now she was dressed.
Twenty minutes after I was supposed to leave, I mentioned how late it was and asked whether she was tired.
S: "Not at all, Mrs. H. Sleep well!"