"I know," said Jonathan. "I know."
They were silent for a while. The silence became almost unbearable to one of them. He let his arm fall slowly to his side.
"Well, say it! If you have anything against it, say it."
"No." Jonathan turned to him once more, sadly. "I have nothing to say against it. I know it would do no good, if I had. I say only, do it, if you think she will not be hurt—if you think you can. . . . I must go now."
He left. Soon the nurse returned. She looked closely at her patient and took a thermometer from the table.
"No!" he said sharply. "I'm all right. Just go away and leave me alone."
Being a wise nurse, she obeyed. . . .
When Jonathan reached his office a trembling white-faced girl was awaiting him.
"How is he?"
He told her. "It needn't be serious. But he had a narrow escape."