She seated herself, hands folded loosely on her lap:
"What am I to do, Bunny?"
"Nothing.... I only came to tell you so that you'd know. To-morrow if you care to telephone Bailey——"
"Yes; thank you." She closed her eyes; opened them with an effort.
"If you'll let me, Sylvia, I'll keep you informed," he ventured.
"Would you? I'd be very glad."
"Sure thing!" he said with great animation; "I'll go to the hospital as many times a day as I am allowed, and I'll bring you back a full account of Stuyve's progress after every visit.... May I, Sylvie?"
She said nothing. He sat looking at her. He had no great amount of intellect, but he possessed an undue proportion of heart under the somewhat striking waistcoats which at all times characterised his attire.
"I'm terribly sorry for you," he said, his eyes very wide and round.
She gazed into space, past him.