For a moment Grace looked at her. Then she said, "But what if—he dies?"
Rosamund had forgotten her own anxiety in Grace's. Now, with a little moan of pain, she hid her face in her hands.
"That's the way," Grace whispered, hopelessly. "You're bound to see it different, when it's your own man."
They sat in silence for a while, each so occupied with thoughts of her own love as to forget all else. Presently Grace stood up, as if to admit that there was nothing further to be said. "Well," she sighed hopelessly.
But Rosamund stood up, too, and laid her hands on Grace's shoulders.
"No matter what happens, Grace, nobody must know that Joe was so much as seen near there."
"But supposin' Doctor Ogilvie——?"
"Not even then," Rosamund said, with white, trembling lips. "He has given all his thought to saving life. Do you think he would want—? No!"
But Grace shook her head. "I think Mis' Reeves suspicions," she said.
"She does," Rosamund said, "and she has already been warning me against the investigation. I know she wants to shield Joe."