CHAPTER XXII
GALE PERSISTS
When within an hour de Spain joined Nan, tense with suspense and anxiety, at the hospital, she tried hard to read his news in his face.
“Have you seen him?” she asked eagerly. De Spain nodded. “What does he say?”
“Nothing very reasonable.”
Her face fell. “I knew he wouldn’t. Tell me all about it, Henry––everything.”
She listened keenly to each word. De Spain gave her a pretty accurate recital of the interview, and Nan’s apprehension grew with her hearing of it.
“I knew it,” she repeated with conviction. “I know him better than you know him. What shall we do?”