But more rasping, this particular night, than nerves, more poignant than thirst, more dangerously excitative even than remorse, hunger rioted in him,--hunger, the one worst enemy of the Senior Surgeon's cause,--the simple, silly, no-account,--gnawing,--drink-provocative hunger of an empty stomach. And 'one other hunger was also there,--a sudden fierce new lust for Life and Living,--a passion bare of love yet pure of wantonness,--a passion primitive,--protective,--inexorably proprietary,--engendered strangely in that one mad, suspicious moment at the edge of the summer house when every outraged male instinct in him had leaped to prove that--love or no love--the woman was--_his_. Up and down,--up and down,--round and round,--eight o'clock found the Senior Surgeon still pacing. At half past eight the young Wall Paper Man came to say good-by to him. "As long as Sister won't be alone any more, I guess I'll be moving on," beamed the Wall Paper Man. "There's a dance at home Saturday night. And I've got a girl of my own!" he confided genially. "Come again," urged the Senior Surgeon. "Come again when you can stay longer!" With one honest prayer in stock, and at least two purely automatic social speeches of this sort, no man needs to flounder altogether hopelessly for words in any ordinary emergency of life. Thus with no more mental interruption than the two-minute break in time, the Senior Surgeon then resumed his bitter-thoughted pacing. At nine o'clock, however,--patroling his long rangy book-shelves, he sensed with a very different feeling through his heavy oak door, the soft whirring swish of skirts and the breathy twitter of muffled voices. Faintly to his acute ears came the sound of his little daughter's temperish protest, "I won't! I won't!" and the White Linen Nurse's fervid pleading, "Oh, you must,--you must!" and the Little Girl's mumbled ultimatum, "Well, I won't unless _you_ do!" Irascibly he crossed the room and yanked the door open abruptly upon their surprise and confusion. His nerves were very sore. "What in thunder do you want?" he snarled. Nervously for an instant the White Linen Nurse tugged at the Little Girl's hand. Nervously for an instant the Little Girl tugged at the White Linen Nurse's hand. Then with a swallow like a sob the White Linen Nurse lifted her glowing face to his. "K--kiss us good night!" said the White Linen Nurse. Telescopically all in that startling second, vision after vision beat down like blows upon the Senior Surgeon's senses! The pink, pink flush of the girl! The lure of her! The amazing sweetness! The physical docility! Oh ye gods,--the docility! Every trend of her birth,--of her youth,--of her training,--forcing her now--if he chose it--to unquestioning submission to his will and his judgment! Faster and faster the temptation surged through his pulses! The path from her lips to her ear was such a little path,--the plea so quick to make, so short,--"I want you _now!_"