ndow.
The sick man was dozing. One shaded light burned in a far corner. She
turned slowly and met his eyes. It seemed to K. that she looked at
him as if she had never really seen him before, and he was right.
Readjustments are always difficult.

Sidney was trying to reconcile the K. she had known so well with this
new K., no longer obscure, although still shabby, whose height had
suddenly become presence, whose quiet was the quiet of infinite power.

She was suddenly shy of him, as he stood looking down at her. He saw the
gleam of her engagement ring on her finger. It seemed almost defiant. As
though she had meant by wearing it to emphasize her belief in her lover.

They did not speak beyond their greeting, until he had gone over the
record. Then:--

"We can't talk here. I want to talk to you, K."

He led the way into the corridor. It was very dim. Far away was the
night nurse's desk, with its lamp, its annunciator, its pile of records.
The passage floor reflected the light on glistening boards.

"I have been thinking until I am almost crazy, K. And now I know how it
happened. It was Joe."

"The principal thing is, not how it happened, but that he is going to
get well, Sidney."

She stood looking down, twisting her ring around her finger.

"Is Joe in any danger?"

"We are going to get him away to-night. He wants to go to Cuba. He'll
get off safely, I think."

"WE are going to get him away! YOU are, you mean. You shoulder all our
troubles, K., as if they were your own."

"I?" He was genuinely surprised. "Oh, I see. You mean--but my part in
getting Joe off is practically nothing. As a matter of fact, Schwitter
has put up the money. My total capital in the world, after paying the
taxicab to-day, is seven dollars."

"The taxicab?"

"By Jove, I was forgetting! Best news you ever heard of! Tillie married
and has a baby--all in twenty-four hours! Boy--they named it Le Moyne.
Squalled like a maniac when the water went on its head. I--I took Mrs.
McKee out in a hired machine. That's what happened to my capital." He
grinned sheepishly. "She said she would have to go in her toque. I had
awful qualms. I thought it was a wrapper."

"You, of course," she said. "You find Max and save him--don't look like
that! You did, didn't you? And you get Joe away, borrowing money to send
him. And as if that isn't enough, when you ought to have been getting
some sleep, you are out taking a friend to Tillie, and being godfather