"Dr. Blake wants you at once," she said; "he's in his office."
"Take these, Betty." Diana thrust the lilacs into the girl's arms. "Perhaps you'd better go back and sit in the car with Justin and Sophie, or you can wait in the reception room. I won't be long."
But she was longer than she had anticipated. The seconds lengthened into minutes, and the minutes in quarters and into half hours. Justin came in once and found Bettina sitting stiffly on the edge of a chair with the flowers in her arms.
"Come out and we'll take a spin across the causeway, while we wait," he said.
Bettina shook her head. "Diana said she wouldn't be long. I don't see what's keeping her."
"There's that operation this morning, you know, on the girl with appendicitis. And Diana has always been a great help with Anthony's patients. He told me that when she went to Europe her loss was felt deeply here——"
"But the girl—with appendicitis?" Bettina's face was white. "Is she afraid——?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I should be afraid. I—I don't see how Anthony can do it."
"Do what?"