Marsden would like to see you, if you aren’t too busy, Miss Westbrook,” said Ethel, and winked. “You’d better not be! I think he’s in a jam.”“Fancy that!” murmured Hilary wickedly, and Ethel chuckled.Hilary opened the door into Dr. Marsden’s office and said politely, “You wanted to see me, Doctor?”Dr. Marsden ran his fingers through his hair in an almost boyish gesture of harassment.“I’d like to ask a favor, Miss ‘Westbrook,” he answered. “My clinic nurse is unable to get here today, and if you aren’t too busy elsewhere, I wondered if you could help me.”“I’d love to, Doctor,” Hilary answered with such sincere warmth that Dr. Marsden looked up at her and chuckled.“The frou-frou getting you down, Nurse?” he asked, so completely to her surprise that Hilary felt the color rise in her cheeks even as she laughed.“Well, taking care of our—guests who really require very little in the way of nursing doesn’t give one much scope, does it?” she asked, walking with him across his office and through the door that led to the clinic.“If you’re going to stay on here, Nurse—and I hope you are—you’ll have to take up gerontology,”
