"No—we leave them to the newspapers and the ambulance chasers," he smiled. "Our record begins with Mr. Lorraine's entry here."
"I will depend then upon the Hospital notifying me if I am needed," she repeated, and with another smile and a nod she went out.
"Thank heavens!" she exclaimed, with a sigh of relief, when they were once more in the car and turned toward her home. "I've done as much as the circumstances warrant—at least, to my mind. The next move is up to him and the Hospital."
"You've done all that anyone could demand," he said. "More than was necessary, I think."
"Which being the case, I'm going to forget it, except that twice a day, until he is out of danger, I shall inquire for him by telephone. Now let us talk of something else."
It was on the fourth day thereafter that Doctor Wilton himself called Stephanie on the telephone.
"Mr. Lorraine has asked for you," he informed her. "He knows that you were here the night of the accident and it pleased him greatly. Will you come some time this morning, if it is convenient?"
"It is not very convenient," Stephanie responded; "I am going out of town—to Criss-Cross—this afternoon for a couple of days, but I'll stop in for a moment. I can't well break the appointment at this late moment."
"Very well," said he. "I'll just tell him I have concluded it is unwise for him to see you for a day or so."
She drummed a moment on the table.