Diana, going out, met Anthony.
"She's all right," she said. "I'm glad you had me come.
"She confided in me at once. She just needed her mind diverted, and I turned it on white lilacs. I will have a bunch for her when she wakes, and she is going to think of them. Is there really any danger, Anthony?"
"Scarcely any—and there was no choice. She couldn't live without it."
"How wonderful that you can save life, Anthony."
"In saving others I save myself, Diana. It has kept me in these later years from—chaos——"
Something in his voice made Diana say, quickly, "Betty is down-stairs. Poor child, she has waited for a long time. Can you come down?"
"No. She ought not to be here, Diana."
"She would come. I think she hoped to see you. And why shouldn't she come? Your work is here."
"She isn't fitted for it. She is born for the brightness of life, not for its shadows. I fancy if she could see me in my operating outfit that she'd look upon me as something between a brute and a butcher. Poor child!" His laugh was grim.