She had never had a thousand dollars in her hands before. It seemed smaller than that amount. Perhaps he had lied to her. She paused, in pinning on her hat, to count the bills. It was all there. CHAPTER XXVII K. spent all of the evening of that day with Wilson. He was not to go for Joe until eleven o'clock. The injured man's vitality was standing him in good stead. He had asked for Sidney and she was at his bedside. Dr. Ed had gone. “I'm going, Max. The office is full, they tell me,” he said, bending over the bed. “I'll come in later, and if they'll make me a shakedown, I'll stay with you to-night.” The answer was faint, broken but distinct. “Get some sleep...I've been a poor stick...try to do better--” His roving eyes fell on the dog collar on the stand. He smiled, “Good old Bob!” he said, and put his hand over Dr. Ed's, as it lay on the bed. K. found Sidney in the room, not sitting, but standing by the window. The sick man was dozing. One shaded light burned in a far corner. She turned slowly and met his eyes. It seemed to K. that she looked at him as if she had never really seen him before, and he was right. Readjustments are always difficult. Sidney was trying to reconcile the K. she had known so well with this new K., no longer obscure, although still shabby, whose height had suddenly become presence, whose quiet was the quiet of infinite power. She was suddenly shy of him, as he stood looking down at her. He saw the gleam of her engagement ring on her finger. It seemed almost defiant. As though she had meant by wearing it to emphasize her belief in her lover. They did not speak beyond their greeting, until he had gone over the record. Then:-- “We can't talk here. I want to talk to you, K.” He led the way into the corridor. It was very dim. Far away was the night nurse's desk, with its lamp, its annunciator, its pile of records. The passage floor reflected the light on glistening boards. “I have been thinking until I am almost crazy, K. And now I know how it happened. It was Joe.” “The principal thing is, not how it happened, but that he is going to get well, Sidney.” She stood looking down, twisting her ring around her finger. “Is Joe in any danger?” “We are going to get him away to-night. He wants to go to Cuba. He'll get off safely, I think.” “WE are going to get him away! YOU are, you mean. You shoulder all our troubles, K., as if they were your own.” “I?” He was genuinely surprised. “Oh, I see. You mean--but my part in getting Joe off is practically nothing. As a matter of fact, Schwitter has put up the money. My total capital in the world, after paying the taxicab to-day, is seven dollars.” “The taxicab?”