CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, I'm Going!" And She Went
"Typhoid-pneumonia," said the physician, rising from over the patient, who had just been brought to the hospital.
Sidney Wyeth, unconscious, was carried at once to the section of the great hospital reserved for patients with contagious diseases.
"What do you think of it, doctor? Is it a serious case, or just a light attack?" inquired one of the assistants, who was making a specialty of a study of fever.
"Serious," was the reply, "very serious. He will be lucky if he is able to pull through."
"I just missed you, Miss Latham," said Dr. Jacques, coming in a few minutes after Mildred had entered the house.
"Indeed, I am sorry! We could have come over together," she exclaimed, smothering her excitement for the time, and smiling regretfully, when he had told her that he was in the Perier building just before she left.
"Were you very successful with the people in the building?" he inquired pleasantly.