y in her
voice, "Mrs. Waring-Gaunt wondered if you would mind coming in to see
her brother. He was wounded with a gunshot in the arm about ten days
ago. Dr. Hudson, who was one of your pupils, I believe, said he would
like to have you see him when you came. I wonder if you would mind
coming in now." Kathleen's face was flushed and her words flowed in a
hurried stream.

"Not at all, not at all," answered the doctor, rising hastily from the
motor and going in with Kathleen.

"Oh, Larry," breathed Jane in a rapture of delight, "isn't she lovely,
isn't she lovely? I had no idea she was so perfectly lovely." Not the
moon, nor the glory of the landscape with all its wonder of plain and
valley and mountain peak had been able to awaken Jane to ecstasy, but
the rare loveliness of this girl, her beauty, her sweet simplicity, had
kindled Jane to enthusiasm.

"Well, Jane, you are funny," said Larry. "You rave and go wild over
Kathleen, and yet you keep quite cool over that most wonderful view."

"View!" said Jane contemptuously. "No, wait, Larry, let me explain. I
do think it all very wonderful, but I love people. People after all are
better than mountains, and they are more wonderful too."

"Are they?" said Larry dubiously. "Not so lovely, sometimes."

"Some people," insisted Jane, "are more wonderful than all the Rocky
Mountains together. Look at Kathleen," she cried triumphantly. "You
could not love that old mountain there, could you? But, Kathleen--"

"Don't know about that," said Larry. "Dear old thing."

"Tell me how Mr. Romayne was hurt," said Jane, changing the subject.

In graphic language Nora gave her the story of the accident with all the
picturesque details, recounting Kathleen's part in it with appropriate
emotional thrills. Jane listened with eyes growing wider with each
horrifying elaboration.

"Do you think his arm will ever be all right?" she inquired anxiously.

"We do not know yet," said Nora sombrely.

"Nonsense," interrupted Larry sharply. "His arm will be perfectly
all right. You people make me tired with your passion for horrors and
possible horrors."

Nora was about to make a hot reply when Jane inquired quietly, "What
does the doctor say? He ought to know."

"That's just it," said Nora. "He said yesterday he did not like the look
of it at all. You know he did, Larry. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt told me so. They
are quite anxious about it. But we will hear what Dr. Brown says and
then we will know."