But the voice went on grimly.
“I think he ought to be told, that is—as soon as he is well enough to hear it.”
She uttered a stifled cry. Then gathered her forces together with hysterical strength.
“You don’t understand the circumstances! I simply could not tell him now,” she cried with suppressed passion.
“Don’t you love him?” probed the voice.
Head sunk upon her chest, a tempestuous wave of scarlet flooded Claire’s face and neck.
“Yes.” The word was barely audible.
The doctor’s eyes rested upon her with veiled pity. So there was another woman, was there?
“Would you like me to tell him for you?” he persisted more gently.
Regardless of the wheel, Claire grasped his arm convulsively. “I cannot bear this,” she moaned. “Dr. Elliott, I don’t want to go any further. Will you please take me home?”