"Did you get the name?" she asked.
"The Homœopathic Hospital, madam; they want to speak to you at once."
"What can it be?" she exclaimed, turning to Pendleton. "Come into the living-room with me, Montague—I'm afraid of hospitals—dreadfully afraid—even by telephone."
Pendleton arose and accompanied her.
"It is nothing," he assured her.
"I am Mrs. Lorraine," she said, when she reached the receiver. "What is it, please?"
"This is the Hahnemann Hospital, Mrs. Lorraine," came the answer and Pendleton could hear it on the other side of the table. "Your husband was seriously injured this evening when his automobile collided with a street car. He was unconscious when brought in, but revived for a moment and has asked for you."
She raised her eyes to Pendleton. He nodded that he had understood.
"Is he conscious now?" she asked to gain time. Her mind was in a whirl.