“I wonder where the matron is,” said Alvina, suddenly going into the cool white corridor. He followed her. And they met the matron just coming out of the ward.
“Matron!” said Dr. Mitchell, with a return of his old mouthing importance. “You may congratulate Nurse Houghton and me on our engagement—” He smiled largely.
“I may congratulate you, you mean,” said the matron.
“Yes, of course. And both of us, since we are now one,” he replied.
“Not quite, yet,” said the matron gravely.
And at length she managed to get rid of him.
At once she went to look for Alvina, who had gone to her duties.
“Well, I suppose it is all right,” said the matron gravely.
“No it isn’t,” said Alvina. “I shall never marry him.”
“Ah, never is a long while! Did he hear me come in?”