"Take him to the grey room, Portis," she said quietly. "And tell somebody to get Dr. Ruetter. He's staying at Mrs. Craven's. Please hurry." It was very hard to keep her voice calm, but she managed to accomplish it. Finally, when she could think of nothing else to do, and to the very great amazement of everyone, she suddenly collapsed in a dead faint. When she came to herself again, Dr. Ruetter was standing over her. "Well, young lady," he said cheerfully. "You've made quite a morning of it." Her first thought was of Good. "Tell me," she cried anxiously. "How is he? Is he very badly hurt? Will he die?" "Unquestionably," smiled the Doctor. But when she sank back with a groan, he added, "just like we all will." "Oh. Then he isn't fatally hurt?" "Bless you, no! Broken leg, that's all. Bad break, I'll admit--compound fracture--but nothing to cause alarm." "But he's got to go to a hospital," spoke up Roger, whom she had not noticed before. "The hospital? Who said so?" "The Doctor. He says ..." "Oh, by all means," said the Doctor, quite as if the prospect gave him personal pleasure. "This isn't a bruised finger, you know. That chap won't be up and around for three weeks or a month at least. The hospital's the place for him." "What hospital?" asked Judith thoughtfully. "Judging by his clothes, I should say the County." Judith sat bolt upright at that. "He will not go to the County Hospital," she said with finality. "He won't go to any hospital." "Don't get excited, sis," said Roger with soothing intent. But his words had the opposite effect. "He's going to stay right where he is," she continued. "It's the least I can do, after nearly killing him." "That's very kind and good, of course," said the Doctor in obedience to a glance from Roger. "But I'm afraid you don't quite understand. He'll be laid up for a long time--six weeks, perhaps. And really, he'd be better off in a hospital." "Don't talk nonsense," said Judith sharply. "Is he going to need treatment?" "Well, no," admitted the Doctor in some confusion. "It's purely a matter of convalescence. He'll be far more comfortable here. He'll stay here. Now please go away and let me alone. I'm all fagged out." The Doctor pleaded and cajoled, even, in obedience to further glances from Roger, ventured to order. But Judith merely closed her eyes and refused to listen to him at all. Finally, being something of a philosopher, he wished her a very pleasant good morning, and went on his way. Roger continued to storm, though quite ineffectually. "Why, confound it, sis," he cried in exasperation, "what's the sense in playing lady bountiful to a fellow who'll make use of his first day of health to enter a whopping big suit for damages against you?" "Does he strike you as that sort of a chap?" she asked mildly.