She hesitated here. It certainly was not Joe, or K. Le Moyne of the gas
office. It seem to her suddenly very sad that there was no one she loved.
So many people went into hospitals because they had been disappointed in
love.

"Dr. Wilson will see you now."

She followed Miss Harrison into the consulting room. Dr. Max--not the
gloved and hatted Dr. Max of the Street, but a new person, one she had
never known--stood in his white office, tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired,
competent, holding out his long, immaculate surgeon's hand, and smiling
down at her.

Men, like jewels, require a setting. A clerk on a high stool, poring over
a ledger, is not unimpressive, or a cook over her stove. But place the
cook on the stool, poring over the ledger! Dr. Max, who had lived all his
life on the edge of Sidney's horizon, now, by the simple changing of her
point of view, loomed large and magnificent. Perhaps he knew it. Certainly
he stood very erect. Certainly, too, there was considerable manner in the
way in which he asked Miss Harrison to go out and close the door behind
her.

Sidney's heart, considering what was happening to it, behaved very well.

"For goodness' sake, Sidney," said Dr. Max, "here you are a young lady and
I've never noticed it!"

This, of course, was not what he had intended to say, being staff and all
that. But Sidney, visibly palpitant, was very pretty, much prettier than