Miss Moore? Doctor Gregory would be there at eleven ... please have everything ready. Miss Moore, who was a veteran nurse and a privileged character, asked some question as to the Albany case; Warren wearily answered that the patient had not rallied; it was too bad--too bad.
Once it would have been Rachael's delight to soothe him, to give him the strong coffee he needed before eleven o'clock, to ask about the poor Albany man. Now she hardly heard him. Beginning to tremble, she sat up, her heart beating fast.
"Warren!" she called in a shaken voice.
He came to her door immediately, and they faced each other, his perfunctory greeting arrested by her look.
"Warren," said Rachael with a desperate effort at control, "I want you to tell me about--about you and Magsie Clay."
Instantly his face darkened. He gazed back at her steadily, narrowing his eyes.
"What about it?" he asked sharply.
Rachael knew that she was growing angry against her passionate resolution to keep the conversation in her own hands.
"Magsie came to see me yesterday," she said, panting.
Had she touched him? She could not tell. There was no wavering in his impassive face.