For the first time in her life Susan did not close her eyes in sleep. The young doctor was so moved by her worn appearance that he impulsively said: "Have you some troubles you've said nothing about? Please don't hesitate to tell me." "Oh, you needn't worry about me," replied she. "I simply didn't sleep--that's all. Do they treat charity patients badly at the hospital?" "Certainly not," declared he earnestly. "Of course, a charity patient can't have a room to himself. But that's no disadvantage." "How much is a room?" "The cheapest are ten dollars a week. That includes private attendance--a little better nursing than the public patients get--perhaps. But, really--Miss Sackville----" "He must have a room," said Susan. "You are sure you can afford it? The difference isn't----" "He must have a room." She held out a ten-dollar bill--ten dollars of the eleven dollars and eighty cents. "This'll pay for the first week. You fix it, won't you?" Young Doctor Hamilton hesitatingly took the money. "You are quite, quite sure, Miss Sackville?--Quite sure you can afford this extravagance--for it is an extravagance." "He must have the best we can afford," evaded she. She waited in the office while Hamilton went up. When he came down after perhaps half an hour, he had an air of cheerfulness. "Everything going nicely," said he. Susan's violet-gray eyes gazed straight into his brown eyes; and the brown eyes dropped. "You are not telling me the truth," said she. "I'm not denying he's a very sick man," protested Hamilton. "Is he----" She could not pronounce the word. "Nothing like that--believe me, nothing. He has the chances all with him." And Susan tried to believe. "He will have a room?" "He has a room. That's why I was so long. And I'm glad he has--for, to be perfectly honest, the attendance--not the treatment, but the attendance--is much better for private patients." Susan was looking at the floor. Presently she drew a long breath, rose. "Well, I must be going," said she. And she went to the street, he accompanying her. "If you're going back to the hotel," said he, "I'm walking that way." "No, I've got to go this way," replied she, looking up Elm Street.