habit of a nun often brings out the placid
saintliness of her face.

The relationship between Sidney and Max had reached that point that
occurs in all relationships between men and women: when things must
either go forward or go back, but cannot remain as they are. The
condition had existed for the last three months. It exasperated the man.

As a matter of fact, Wilson could not go ahead. The situation with
Carlotta had become tense, irritating. He felt that she stood ready
to block any move he made. He would not go back, and he dared not go
forward.

If Sidney was puzzled, she kept it bravely to herself. In her little
room at night, with the door carefully locked, she tried to think things
out. There were a few treasures that she looked over regularly: a dried
flower from the Christmas roses; a label that he had pasted playfully
on the back of her hand one day after the rush of surgical dressings was
over and which said "Rx, Take once and forever."

There was another piece of paper over which Sidney spent much time. It
was a page torn out of an order book, and it read: "Sigsbee may have
light diet; Rosenfeld massage." Underneath was written, very small:

"You are the most beautiful person in the world."

Two reasons had prompted Wilson to request to have Sidney in the
operating-room. He wanted her with him, and he wanted her to see him at
work: the age-old instinct of the male to have his woman see him at his
best.

He was in high spirits that first day of Sidney's operating-room
experience. For the time at least, Carlotta was out of the way. Her
somber eyes no longer watched him. Once he looked up from his work and
glanced at Sidney where she stood at strained attention.

"Feeling faint?" he said.

She colored under the eyes that were turned on her.

"No, Dr. Wilson."

"A great many of them faint on the first day. We sometimes have them
lying all over the floor."

He challenged Miss Gregg with his eyes, and she reproved him with a
shake of her head, as she might a bad boy.

One way and another, he managed to turn the attention of the
operating-room to Sidney several times. It suited his whim, and it did
more than that: it gave him a chance to speak to her in his teasing way.

Sidney came through the operation as if she had been through fire--taut
as a string, rather pale, but undaunted. But when the last case had been
taken out, Max dropped his bantering manner. The internes were looking
over i