"I have come in response to a telephone saying my boy is hurt, and has refuge here," said the man who confronted him.
"I am glad you have come quickly. The doctor attending him will return any minute. He thinks the case is extremely serious. This way, please," and he led George up to the room where Harold lay.
"One moment," he said, as he reached the door.
Opening it carefully, he discovered Betty still at prayer. She did not even hear the opening of the door.
"Miss Emmit," he said softly, "the boy's father is here."
Betty started. Summoning all her strength of mind, she arose slowly, and stood by the bed.
"Come in," said Edgeway kindly.
Hurriedly George entered. Eagerly his eyes scanned the form upon the bed. He did not instantly perceive Betty. From the prostrate Harold, he glanced up at the woman standing near by.
"It can't be you, Betty!" he exclaimed, with his eyes thrilling her with their warm welcome.
"It is Betty," she returned gravely, her lips quivering with strong emotion. "O, George, forget my presence. Fetch Alma, it may be that Harold won't live. This is Mr. Edgeway," she added, suddenly realizing they were not alone.