"That I'm sure you can."
She was shown into the long consulting-room, and sat down, trembling, her eyes upon her knees.
She was staking her all upon a throw.
Mr. Trupp came in.
The young woman dressed in black, simply as a lady, rose.
"Who is it?" asked the surgeon, peering over his pince-nez.
"Ruth Boam, sir," the other answered. "Miss Caryll."
Mr. Trupp glanced at her. Then he put his hand upon her shoulder, and she knew that she was safe.
"Sit down," he said gently.
This large young creature, who had something of his own Bess about her, went straight to his heart in her trouble.