She had decided to destroy Berkley's letters.

She burned all, except one; then went to her class work.
Dr.Benton's class was very busy that morning, experimenting on the doctor's young assistant with bandages, ligatures, lint, and splints.

Letty, wearing only her underclothes, lay on the operating table, her cheek resting on her bared arm, watching Ailsa setting a supposed compound fracture of the leg, and, at intervals, quietly suggesting the proper methods.
Autumn sunshine poured through the windows gilding the soft gray garb of Sainte Ursula's nursing sisterhood which all now wore on duty.
The girl on the table lay very still, now and then directing or gently criticising the well-intended operations on limb and body.
And after the allotted half hour had struck, she sat up, smiling at Ailsa, and, slipping to the floor, dressed rapidly, talking all the while in her pretty, gentle way about bandages and bones and fractures and dislocations.
A few minutes after she had completed dressing and was standing before the glass, smoothing the dark, silky masses of her hair, Dr.
Benton arrived, absent-eyed, preoccupied at first, then in a fidgety humour which indicated something was about to happen.

It happened.
"Could any lady get ready in time to take the noon train for Washington ?" he asked abruptly.
There was a startled silence; the call had come at last.
Mrs.Rutherford said quietly: "I will go.

But I must see my husband and children first.