He did not move but seemed to be considering. When he spoke his voice shook her with its gravity: "It is not going to be easy to forgive you, Pat."
"How about Dee?" she shot at him.
"That is between Dee and myself. She at least did not lie to me."
Pat flamed with a sense of unmerited injuries. "Oh, you go to hell!" she muttered. But her eyes were wondering and frightened after he left her. Dee's voice calling gave her something else to think about. She ran upstairs.
"What were you and Bobs quarrelling about?" demanded the patient.
"Nothing."
"You were. Was it about me? Is he very bitter against me?"
"I'll tell you to-morrow. You must go to sleep now."
"There's something back of this." Dee jumped from her bed and set her back to the door. "You won't leave this room till you tell me."