“Wasn’t she dreadfully shocked?”
“Well—I don’t know. You never can tell how Corole is feeling or what she is thinking about. Of course, she and Louis sort of got on each other’s nerves a little. That is—you know what I mean——” He glanced at me uncertainly.
“I know.”
“I suppose St. Ann’s is awfully upset?”
“We are trying to keep everything going as well as possible. It is a bad situation, naturally. The nurses are doing their best but there is a sort of undercurrent of hysteria.” My mind on Corole, I did not immediately note where his inquiries were leading.
“Miss Day was with you in the south wing last night, was she not?” He knocked his pipe carefully against the railing.
“Yes.”
“How—er—— Is she feeling any bad effects from the fright?”
“I have seen her only for a few moments at lunch,” I replied; at another time I should have smiled at his elaborately impersonal air.
“I—don’t suppose I could see her? For a little while?”