He'll be out in less than ten days, as good as ever. It's a very
simple affair.''
Jane glanced round. ``Is there a telephone? I wish to send for
Dr. Alban.''
``I'd be glad to see him,'' said Dr. Charlton. ``But I assure
you it's unnecessary.''
``We don't want Dr. Alban,'' said Selma curtly. ``Go home, Jane,
and let us alone.''
``I shall go bring Dr. Alban,'' said Jane.
Selma took her by the arm and compelled her into the hall, and
closed the door into the room where Victor lay. ``You must go
home, Jane,'' she said quietly. ``We know what to do with our
leader. And we could not allow Dr. Alban here.''
``Victor must have the best,'' said Jane.
She and Selma looked at each other, and Selma understood.
``He HAS the best,'' said she, gentle with an effort.
``Dr. Alban is the best,'' said Jane.
``The most fashionable,'' said Selma. ``Not the best.'' With
restraint, ``Go home. Let us alone. This is no place for
you--for Martin Hastings' daughter.''
Jane, looking and acting like one in a trance, tried to push
past her and reenter the room. Selma stood firm. She said:
``If you do not go I shall have these men take you to your
carriage. You do not know what you are doing.''
Jane looked at her. ``I love him,'' she said.
``So do we,'' said Selma. ``And he belongs to US. You must go.
Come!'' She seized her by the arm, and beckoning one of the
waiting Leaguers to her assistance she pushed her quietly but
relentlessly along the hall, out of the house, out of the yard
and into the carriage.
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