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"Gee! That's real interesting. And you knew Miss West before she came

East, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." But there was a subtle change in Pierre's patient voice

and clear, unhappy eyes, so that the girl fell to humming and bottled up

her curiosity. But just as soon as he began to brood again she gave up

her whole mind to staring at him. Gee! He was brown and strong and thin!

And a good-looker! She wished that she had worn her transformation that

evening and her blue blouse. He might have taken more interest in her.

A stout, bald-headed man, bag in hand, stepped out of the elevator,

and Pierre rippled to his feet.

"Are you the doctor?"

"Yes. Oh, you're the gentleman who wanted to see Miss West. She's come

to, but she is out of her head completely ... doesn't know any one.

Can you step out with me?"

Pierre kept beside him and stood by the motor, hat still in his hand,

while the doctor talked irritably: "No. You certainly can't see her,

for some time. I shall not allow any one to see her, except the nurse.

It will be a matter of weeks. She'll be lucky if she gets back her

sanity at all. She was entirely out of her head there at the theater.

She's worn out, nerves frayed to a frazzle. Horribly unhealthy life

and unnatural. To take a country girl, an ignorant, untrained, healthy

animal, bring her to the city and force her under terrific pressure

into a life so foreign to her--well! it was just a piece of d----d

brutality." Then his acute eye suddenly fixed itself on the man

standing on the curb listening.

"You're from the West yourself?"

"Yes, sir."

"Knew her in the old days--eh?"

"Yes, sir." Pierre's voice was faint and he put a hand against the

motor.

"Well, why don't you take her back with you to that life? You're not

feeling any too fit yourself, are you? Look here. Get in and I'll drop

you where you belong."

Pierre obeyed rather blindly and leaned back with closed eyes. The

doctor got out a flask and poured him a dose of brandy.

"What's the trouble? Too much New York?"

Pierre shook his head and smiled. "No, sir. I've been bothered and

didn't get round to eating and sleeping lately."

"Then I'll take you to a restaurant and we'll have supper. I need

something myself. And, look here, I'll make you a promise. Just as

soon as I consider her fit for an interview with any one, I'll let you

see Miss West. That helps you a whole lot, doesn't it?"