"I will depend then upon the Hospital notifying me if I am needed," she repeated, and with another smile and a nod she went out. "Thank heavens!" she exclaimed, with a sigh of relief, when they were once more in the car and turned toward her home. "I've done as much as the circumstances warrant--at least, to my mind. The next move is up to him and the Hospital." "You've done all that anyone could demand," he said. "More than was necessary, I think." "Which being the case, I'm going to forget it, except that twice a day, until he is out of danger, I shall inquire for him by telephone. Now let us talk of something else." It was on the fourth day thereafter that Doctor Wilton himself called Stephanie on the telephone. "Mr. Lorraine has asked for you," he informed her. "He knows that you were here the night of the accident and it pleased him greatly. Will you come some time this morning, if it is convenient?" "It is not very convenient," Stephanie responded; "I am going out of town--to Criss-Cross--this afternoon for a couple of days, but I'll stop in for a moment. I can't well break the appointment at this late moment." "Very well," said he. "I'll just tell him I have concluded it is unwise for him to see you for a day or so." She drummed a moment on the table. "No, I will come," she decided--"at eleven thirty--will you please see that I am admitted promptly?" And at eleven thirty she was there and Doctor Wilton received her. "The nurse will remain, I suppose," she remarked, as they reached the door of Lorraine's room. He understood. "If you do not object," he replied. "It would not be well for her to leave her patient--in his present condition." Lorraine glanced up as the door opened--and when he recognized his wife he smiled and put out his hand. "I'm glad to see you, dear," he said. "I'm glad to see you so much better," she replied, taking his hand, but not offering to kiss him. "You had a narrow escape!" "Rather close call," he admitted. The doctor, after a word to the nurse, had gone out--and the nurse remained. Lorraine's eyes glanced at her impatiently. She was occupied with the chart. "You're ever so much stronger--aren't you?" said Stephanie, inanely. "I suppose so--I think I am.... They told me of your being here the evening I was injured. It was very good of you to come, Stephanie." "I came because they told me _you_ had asked for me," said she quietly. "I did--I thought I was going to die; and I wanted to see you again--just to--apologize." "Don't think of that," she replied hastily. "You're not going to die." "They say I'll probably pull through now--my head is all right--but I'm pretty weak." "Of course, you're weak," she echoed. "Who wouldn't be weak with all that you've endured." She simply did not know what to say to him. The last spark of affection was in ashes--cold ashes--else would it have been warmed, at least a trifle, by the sight of him lying there, injured and helpless.