Sidney had been talking rather more frankly than usual. Lately there had

been a reserve about her. K., listening intently that night, read between

words a story of small persecutions and jealousies. But the girl minimized

them, after her way.

"It's always hard for probationers," she said. "I often think Miss Harrison

is trying my mettle."

"Harrison!"

"Carlotta Harrison. And now that Miss Gregg has said she will accept me,

it's really all over. The other nurses are wonderful--so kind and so

helpful. I hope I shall look well in my cap."

Carlotta Harrison was in Sidney's hospital! A thousand contingencies

flashed through his mind. Sidney might grow to like her and bring her to

the house. Sidney might insist on the thing she always spoke of--that he

visit the hospital; and he would meet her, face to face. He could have

depended on a man to keep his secret. This girl with her somber eyes and

her threat to pay him out for what had happened to her--she meant danger of

a sort that no man could fight.

"Soon," said Sidney, through the warm darkness, "I shall have a cap, and be

always forgetting it and putting my hat on over it--the new ones always do.

One of the girls slept in hers the other night! They are tulle, you know,

and quite stiff, and it was the most erratic-looking thing the next day!"

It was then that the door across the street closed. Sidney did not hear

it, but K. bent forward. There was a part of his brain always

automatically on watch.

"I shall get my operating-room training, too," she went on. "That is the

real romance of the hospital. A--a surgeon is a sort of hero in a

hospital. You wouldn't think that, would you? There was a lot of

excitement to-day. Even the probationers' table was talking about it. Dr.

Max Wilson did the Edwardes operation."

The figure across the Street was lighting a cigarette. Perhaps, after

all-"Something tremendously difficult--I don't know what. It's going into the

medical journals. A Dr. Edwardes invented it, or whatever they call it.

They took a picture of the operating-room for the article. The

photographer had to put on operating clothes and wrap the camera in

sterilized towels. It was the most thrilling thing, they say--"

Her voice died away as her eyes followed K.'s. Max, cigarette in hand, was

coming across, under the ailanthus tree. He hesitated on the pavement, his

eyes searching the shadowy balcony.

"Sidney?"




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