"Bruce!" Her deep voice held a note of relief. "You have come at last—now perhaps we can do something for the child."
"Is she badly burnt?" Iris approached softly and stood looking down at the moaning little figure in the bed.
"Yes." Chloe's manner was impressive by reason of its very quietness. "She is—very badly burnt, and until the doctor comes we can do so little...."
"You have done something for her?"
"Oh, yes—Tochatti and I have done all we can, but"—for a second Chloe's face quivered—"we can't do anything more, and I'm afraid if something isn't done soon——"
The child on the bed gave a sudden convulsive cry, and Chloe's white face grew still paler.
"You see—she's in horrible pain, and—oh, why doesn't the doctor come? We've rung up again and again, and they've never answered!"
"Shall we go and fetch him, Chloe? The car's here, and we'll bring him back in no time!" He turned to Iris. "You'll come?"
She hesitated.
"Won't you go—and I'll stay here?"