Kirk got up. George Pennicut ushered in
the doctor. It was the same little old doctor who had ministered to
George in his hour of need.
"Feeling better, Mrs. Winfield?" he said, as he caught sight of Ruth.
"Your husband told me over the 'phone that you were unconscious."
"She fainted," cried Kirk. "It was all through me. I-----"
The doctor took him by the shoulders. He had to stretch to do it.
"You go away, young man," he said. "Take a walk round the block. You
aren't on in this scene."
* * * * *
Kirk was waiting in the hall when he left a few minutes later.
"Well?" he said anxiously.
"Well?" said the little doctor.
"Is she all right? There's nothing wrong, is there?"
The doctor grinned a friendly grin.
"On the contrary," he said. "You ought to be very pleased."
"What do you mean?"
"It's quite a commonplace occurrence, though I suppose it will seem
like a miracle to you. But, believe me, it has happened before. If it
hadn't, you and I wouldn't be here now."
Kirk looked at him in utter astonishment. His words seemed meaningless.
And then, suddenly, he understood, and his heart seemed to stand still.
"You don't mean-----" he said huskily.
"Yes, I do," said the doctor. "Good-bye, my boy. I've got to hurry off.
You caught me just as I was starting for the hospital.
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