“I want to understand! I must! I must!”
“Quick, Martin,” Dr. Crossett spoke sharply, his eyes fastened on her face. “Tell her!”
“My experiments have made it possible for me to—to artificially stimulate the action of the heart. To—practically restore life, within a certain time. You—you have never asked me for the details. There seemed to be no need for you to know.”
“The papers said that I was dead! I—I laughed when I read them—was it true?”
“My child!” Dr. Crossett put his hand gently on her arm. “You must control yourself.”
“Was it true, father? Was it true?’
“Yes. Help her, Paul. Help her!”
Dr. Crossett caught her in his strong arms and, looking into her eyes, spoke soothingly.
“What of it? It is over. You are well now. You are not marked, not hurt. You are as other women.”
She threw him off as easily as though he had been a child.