They all agreed that Emily’s condition was brought about by shock of some frightening nature, and concluded that nothing definite could be done until she regained consciousness.
She lay quietly, for the most part, though now and then her hands would twitch, or she would give a low moan as if in mental anguish.
The head nurse, Miss Holcomb, came in the waiting room to talk to Betty and the two men, who sat waiting for news.
“There’s nothing to be done,” she said in a kindly way. “Miss Duane may stay as she is now all night—probably will—so I think you had all better go home. If there is any reason to do so, I’ll call you on the telephone.”
“All right,” Betty said, somewhat relieved by the nurse’s calm acceptance of the situation. “Come on, Pete, come on, Rodney, let’s go. We can come ov
