"He's got money," said Dr. Carmon, without enthusiasm. "I never heard of his doing much good with it."
She opened her little bag and took out the two blue slips and looked at them. Then she returned one of them to the bag and handed the other to him, without comment.
He received it blankly and read it—and readjusted his glasses and read it again. He took off the glasses and held them in the tight clutch of one hand, resting on his knee, and surveyed her keenly.
"I suppose you know what it is!"
"Fifty thousand," she said meekly.
"He's given you fifty thousand dollars!" He shook the little blue slip scornfully.
"It isn't for me— It's for us!"
"What!" he said sharply. He put on his glasses again. "For the hospital, is it?" He took it up.
She nodded. "For the new contagion wing."