“Hours ago.” Then, seeing her operating-room uniform: “You've been THERE, have you?”
“Is there anything I can do, Carlotta?”
Excitement had dyed Sidney's cheeks with color and made her eyes luminous. The girl in the bed eyed her, and then abruptly drew her hand away.
“Were you going out?”
“Yes; but not right away.”
“I'll not keep you if you have an engagement.”
“The engagement will have to wait. I'm sorry you're ill. If you would like me to stay with you tonight—”
Carlotta shook her head on her pillow.
“Mercy, no!” she said irritably. “I'm only worn out. I need a rest. Are you going home to-night?”
“No,” Sidney admitted, and flushed.