"I will not have this boy neglected," Constance said, excitedly and
warmly. "Furthermore, I insist that he receive instant treatment, and not
wait _your_ convenience."

Once again Dr. Armstrong began feeling for his glasses, as he asked, "Are
you connected with this hospital, Miss Durant?"

"No, but it was my carriage ran over him, and--"

"And is it because you ran over the boy, Miss Durant," he interrupted,
"that you think it is your right to come here and issue instructions for
our treatment of him?"

"It is every one's right to see that assistance is given to an injured
person as quickly as possible," retorted the girl, though flushing, "and
to protest if human suffering, perhaps life itself, is made to wait the
convenience of one who is paid to save both."

Finally discovering and adjusting his glasses, Dr. Armstrong eyed Miss
Durant with a quality of imperturbability at once irritating and
embarrassing. "I beg your pardon for the hasty remark I just made," he
apologised. "Not having my second sight at command, I did not realise I
was speaking to so young a girl, and therefore I allowed myself to be
offended, which was foolish. If you choose to go with the patient, I trust
you will satisfy yourself that no one in this hospital is lacking in duty
or kindness."

With a feeling much akin to that she had formerly suffered at the
conclusion of her youthful spankings, Constance followed hurriedly after
the orderlies, only too thankful that a reason had been given her