“I hope I shall like it,” said Marion, soberly. “It seems such a noble profession to be caring for the sick and suffering.”
“It is terribly hard work, though,” said Mr. Brookes, somewhat discouragingly, “and I wish it was almost any other hospital than Charity.”
Marion was about to reply, when she heard Miss Allyn coming up the stairs.
She bit her lips with amusement as she pictured what was about to follow.
She had not told either Miss Allyn or Dollie that she knew this young man, so she was prepared for something like a scene from Miss Allyn.
“Good-night, Miss Marlowe,” said young Brookes, holding out his hand.
“Good-night,” Marion answered, her lips curving into a smile, “and I do hope you will keep your promise about coming to Charity.”
“I will, indeed,” said the young man, softly. The next moment he turned and confronted Miss Allyn.
“Miss Allyn! Alma! Is it possible?” he cried in astonishment.
“Hello, Reggie, what the mischief are you doing here?” was the answer.