"Tell me," she said impulsively, "is there any risk?"
"Not much," he said; "not enough to give me an anxious thought, but I don't know what the after effect may be. She is so nervously strung, and so excitable. Her mother and I have talked about it for a long time, and it is entirely her wish that the attempt should be made."
"If anything happened to Sunnie, I should never forgive you."
Jean's tone was fierce with emotion.
"Her mother would certainly not forgive me."
The doctor straightened himself as he spoke, and his features became set and hard.
Then he looked at Jean and his tone softened. "Physicians are only God's instruments," he said. "Little Sunnie is in better hands than ours."
"When is it to be?"
"The day after to-morrow."
There was silence; then as Jean held out her hand his eyes met hers.