“Down on the North Road, in his car. Send some one—”
Serena came nearer.
“See here, Geraldine!” she whispered. “I can’t! Wait! Let’s see—let’s think how we can get him away!”
“I tell you he’s hurt!” insisted Geraldine. “Send some one—”
“Hush! Not so loud! I can’t have him here! You don’t understand. I’ve had the most awful time with Jesse! I had to promise I’d never speak to Sambo again. I simply can’t—”
“I tell you he’s hurt!” reiterated Geraldine, with a sort of horror. “It may be serious. He may be—”
Serena began to cry.
“I can’t help it! I’m awfully sorry, but I simply can’t have any more trouble with Jesse. You ought to see that—”
“Mrs. Page,” said Geraldine, “he may be dying. He’s got to be brought in here at once!”
“I can’t help it!” cried Serena petulantly. “Sam Randall is nothing to me, and Jesse is simply everything. Jesse’s the only man I ever really cared for, and I won’t—”