"When can he come down in our ward?" she questioned.
"Very soon, if he keeps on improving as fast as he has lately."
As they halted at the foot of the stairs, the Doctor looked at his watch.
"Tired?" he queried.
"Not a bit," she laughed.
"Then we'll keep on," he smiled, taking her hand again. "There is a lady I'd like you to see, one of my private patients."
"A young lady?"
"She has white hair."
"Oh, an old lady!"
"She is older than you and I."