His proposal was merely that she share his freedom. Good old Monte—honest and four-square!
In return, there were little ways in which she might help him, even as he might help her; but they had come faster than either had expected.
Where was the surgeon? She rose and went to the clerk.
"Are you sure the surgeon has not gone?" she asked.
"Very sure," answered the clerk. "He has just sent out for a nurse to remain with monsieur."
"A nurse?" repeated Marjory.
"The doctor says Monsieur Covington must not be left alone."
"It's as bad—as that?" questioned Marjory.
"I do not know."
"I must see the doctor at once," she said. "But, first,—can you give me apartments on the same floor,—for myself and maid? I am his fiancée," she informed him.