“She was badly hurt.”
“Well, what did the doctors say? Give me their verdict. I insist upon knowing.”
“They—they—of course, they are wrong, Phil. You are hurting me; I wish you would not hold my hands so tightly.”
“Speak!” was his only response.
“They said at the time—of course they were mistaken, doctors often are. You cannot imagine how many diagnoses of theirs have been proved to be wrong. Yes, I learned that queer word; I did not understand it at first. Now I know all about it.”
“Speak!” This one expression came from Ogilvie’s lips almost with a hiss.
“Well, they said at the time that—oh, Phil, you kill me when you look at me like that! They said the case was——”
“Hopeless?” asked the man between his white lips.
“They certainly said it. But, Phil; oh, Phil, dear, they are wrong!”
He let her hands go with a sudden jerk. She almost fell.