"But I must see her, I tell you. I demand to see her! I am her husband, and if she is quiet to-day I demand to see and speak to her."
"Mr. Graham, this case is unique, as I have told you before; and even if she is quiet I think it best not to—"
"Now, doctor, stop right there a moment. She is my wife, and I will not be bound by any orders her mother may have given you! I am going to see her this once. I assume all responsibility, sir!"
The physician looked at him with a sneer of contempt on his face.
"Very well, Mr. Graham," he said finally. "You shall see her. But permit me to say that Mrs. Phillips has had the good sense and the good taste to make no suggestions to me as to how I shall manage this case.... Come right along down to the ward, sir."
He led the way down a long hall and, tapping upon a door, was admitted into a transverse corridor by an attendant.
"How is Mrs. Graham?" he asked in an undertone.
"Quiet at the moment, sir."
Hayward heard Helen's voice and started forward eagerly. The physician caught him by the arm and restrained him.
"Wait," he whispered. "Let's listen a minute."