“Even if you don't care for her, how do I know she isn't crazy about you?”
“My word of honor, she isn't.”
“She sends you notes to McKees'.”
“Just to clear the air, I'll show it to you. It's no breach of confidence. It's about the hospital.”
Into the breast pocket of his coat he dived and brought up a wallet. The wallet had had a name on it in gilt letters that had been carefully scraped off. But Joe did not wait to see the note.
“Oh, damn the hospital!” he said—and went swiftly down the steps and into the gathering twilight of the June night.
It was only when he reached the street-car, and sat huddled in a corner, that he remembered something.
Only about the hospital—but Le Moyne had kept the note, treasured it! Joe was not subtle, not even clever; but he was a lover, and he knew the ways of love. The Pages' roomer was in love with Sidney whether he knew it or not.