"Oh sho mam. Come in, come in. He's in the library."
A moment the nurse stood, hesitating, in the doorway.
Dr. Harry sprang to his feet. "Miss Farwell! I'm glad to see you. I—"
Then he stopped looking at her in astonishment.
Very softly she closed the door behind her, and—going to the table—closed the medicine case. Then lifting her eyes to him with a meaning look she said simply, "I am glad, too."
He turned his face away. "You—you saw?"
"The window shades were up. I could not help it."
He dropped into the chair. "I'm a weak fool, Miss Farwell. No man in my profession has a right to be so weak."
"Yes, that's it," she said gently. "Your profession—those who depend upon you for their own lives and the lives of their dear ones—you must remember that always. Your ministry."
He raised his face and looked at her squarely. "I never did this before.
You believe me, Miss Farwell, that this is the first time?"
She returned his look frankly. "Yes," she said. "I believe you, and I believe it will be the last."