The young man, unconscious, ghastly pale, with his thick hair mussed about his brow and on the right side clotted with blood, lay breathing heavily. Ellen Clearwater came in and Mrs. Colman whispered to her the doctor's cheering statement. She went to Jane and said in an undertone:
"We can go now, Jane. Come on."
Jane seemed not to hear. She was regarding the face of the young man on the couch.
Ellen touched her arm. "We're intruding on these people," she whispered. "Let's go. We've done all we can."
Selma did not hear, but she saw and understood.
"Yes—you'd better go, Jane," she said. "Mrs. Colman and I will do everything that's necessary."
Jane did not heed. She advanced a step nearer the couch. "You are sure, doctor?" she said, and her voice sounded unnatural.
"Yes, miss——" He glanced at her face. "Yes, Miss Hastings. He'll be out in less than ten days, as good as ever. It's a very simple affair."
Jane glanced round. "Is there a telephone? I wish to send for Dr. Alban."
"I'd be glad to see him," said Dr. Charlton. "But I assure you it's unnecessary."