“Oh, no,” replied Ilse calmly, “but I’ve an idea Jack may need a nurse––perhaps two.”
“What is it?” faltered Palla.
“I don’t know. But he is running a high temperature and he says that it feels as though something were wrong with his appendix.
“You see Jack is almost a physician himself, so if it really is acute appendicitis we must know as soon as possible.”
“Is there anything I could do?” pleaded Palla. “Darling, I do so want to be of use if–––”
“I’ll let you know, dear. There isn’t anything so far.”
“Are you going to stay there to-night?”
“Of course,” replied Ilse calmly. “Tell me, Palla, how did the soap-box arguments go?”
“Not very well. I was heckled. I’m such a wretched public speaker, Ilse;––I can never remember what rejoinders to make until it’s too late.”
She did not mention her encounter with the unknown man; Ilse had enough to occupy her.