Where is he ?" "In the Knickerbocker Hospital." "Seriously ill ?" "No.

He is in a private ward----" "The--alcoholic ?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," he said, flushing with the shame that had not burnt her white face.
"May I go to him ?" she asked.
"No!" he exclaimed, horrified.
She seated herself, hands folded loosely on her lap: "What am I to do, Bunny ?" "Nothing....

I only came to tell you so that you'd know.

To-morrow if you care to telephone Bailey----" "Yes; thank you." She closed her eyes; opened them with an effort.
"If you'll let me, Sylvia, I'll keep you informed," he ventured.
"Would you?
I'd be very glad." "Sure thing!" he said with great animation; "I'll go to the hospital as many times a day as I am allowed, and I'll bring you back a full account of Stuyve's progress after every visit....

May I, Sylvie ?" She said nothing.