"Will h-he live?" she gasped.
"He'll be a fool if he doesn't."
"What——?"
"I'd be, if I knew there was a girl like you in the next room with that kind of look in her eyes asking for me."
But his remark went over Beth's head.
"He's better?"
"Yes. Conscious too. But he'll have to be kept quiet."
"D-did he speak of me?"
The doctor was taking her pulse and put on a professional air which hid his inward smiles and provoked a repetition of her question.
"D-did he?" she repeated softly.