"He gave it!" exclaimed the patient, starting up, impelled by flooding emotions.
"Yes, he."
"Shall I have to shave?" she asked, seriously startled by the dread possibility.
"No," came the answer with a smile. "The skin wasn't from his chin. There'll be no beard to bother you."
"I'd much rather had it from my own sex," she pouted.
"My sex is less selfish," said the surgeon. "Few women would sacrifice their cuticle that an afflicted sister might regain her beauty."
"Still I don't like the idea of being even that much man," she insisted. "I have always been so thoroughly—so entirely feminine."
"The cells are constantly renewing themselves." It was the scientist speaking. "You will wear these only temporarily."
Nina thought for a moment. Then she said: "Of course I shall pay him. I shall insist on it."
"I'm sure he won't accept. He regarded it a great privilege, he was delighted at the opportunity."