patients, have you?"

"My patients are always stupid, Drake, when they take me away from her.
Otherwise she is sorry for them." He looked at his watch. "When I get
to the hotel I'll telephone to Hilda, and she'll know where to find us."

It was the Doctor who talked as they went along--the two young people
were quite ecstatically silent. Jean was between her father and Derry.
As he kept step with her, it seemed to him that no woman had ever
walked so lightly; she laughed a little now and then. There was no
need for words.

While her father telephoned, they sat together for a moment in the
corridor. She unfastened her coat, and he saw her white dress and
pearls. "Am I fine enough for an evening like this?" she asked him;
"you see it is just the dress I wear at home."

"It seems to me quite a superlative frock--and I am glad that your hat
is lined with blue."

"Why?"

"Your cloak last night was heavenly, and now this--it matches your
eyes--"

"Oh." She sat very still.

"Shouldn't I have said that? I didn't think--"

"I am glad you didn't think--"