"Oh, no!"
For the moment Osterhout was startled clean out of his professional attitude. "Who is?" he said sternly.
Instantly Pat was mutinous. "I won't tell you."
"I'm sorry I asked it. It's none of your doctor's affair who he is. You want me to tell you whether your husband, when you marry, will know that you have had experience before."
"Yes," answered Pat under her breath.
"I'll answer you as I always answer that question."
"Always! Have you had it asked you before?"
A slight, melancholy, tolerant smile lifted the corners of the strong mouth. "My dear, every doctor who has had among his patients specimens of the modern, high-strung girl has had that problem put up to him. The answer is simple; no, he won't know—unless you tell him."
She drew a soft breath of relief, but almost at once her face darkened, as the import of his last words made its way to her quick sensitiveness. "Do you want me to tell him?"