Until they reappeared, a space of time which seemed long, but which was in reality short, Ellen looked up at the beautiful doorway and at the dimly outlined ornamental shrubbery. A stranger had now joined Lanfair and his companions and together they approached the car.
"She'll sleep till morning, Stephen, then I'll be here, and Good also. We'll go into the city for the night."
Ellen heard a new voice, smooth, a little hesitating, and very kind. Dr. King had new theories and indestructible enthusiasm, and his experiments were being eagerly watched.
"I should advise against the patient seeing you at once, Dr. Lanfair."
"I understand," answered Stephen. He looked frowning at the car.
"That girl's got to be taken back. I may as well go home."
"She has comported herself admirably." Mayne raised his voice so that Ellen might hear.
Stephen stepped into the car as one who feels his way. He looked at Ellen as though her outline were dim.
"You'd better sit beside me. It will be rough riding there on the back seat."