“No, I couldn’t sleep till I know all about it.”
“Nor I,” agreed Laska. “I want to know all about everything.”
“My dear young lady, you are to take the sleeping-powders and get a good rest,” the doctor demurred. “All about everything is too large an order for your good just now.”
Virginia nodded in a businesslike way. “Yes, you’re to go to sleep, Laska, and when you waken I’ll tell you all about it.”
“That would be better,” smiled Yesler, and Virginia thought it significant that her friend made no further protest.
Gray streaks began to show in the sky before Yesler tapped on the door of Virginia’s room. She had discarded the rather elaborate evening gown he had last seen her in, and was wearing some soft fabric which hung from the shoulders in straight lines, and defined the figure while lending the effect of a loose and flowing drapery.
“How is your patient?” he asked.
“She has dropped into a good sleep,” the girl whispered. “I am sure we don’t need to worry about her at all.”
“Nevertheless, it’s a luxury I’m going to permit myself for a day or two,” he smiled. “I don’t have my life saved by a young lady very often.”
“I’m sure you will enjoy worrying about her,” she laughed.