The physician returned her look with amazement, "Not giving satisfaction!
What in the world do you mean?"
"Why you seem to be dismissing me," she answered demurely. "I understood that you sent for me to take this case."
At the light that broke over his face she dropped her eyes and wrote another line on the paper before her.
"Do you mean—" he began, then he stopped.
"I mean," she answered, "that unless you send me away I shall stay on duty."
"But Dr. Miles—that case in Chicago. I understood from you that it was very important."
She smiled at him again. "There is nothing so important as the thing that needs doing now," she answered. "And," she finished slowly, turning her eyes toward the unconscious girl on the bed—"I do seem to be needed here."
"And you understand there will be no—no fees in this case?" he asked.
The color mounted to her face. "Is our work always a question of fees,
Doctor? I am surprised, cannot I collect my bill when you receive yours?"
He held out his hand impulsively.