Four times he listened with the stethoscope at his chest, but when Kent asked the question which was in his mind, Cardigan shook his head.
"It's no worse, Kent.

I don't think it will happen tonight." In spite of this assurance Kent was positive there was in Cardigan's manner an anxiety of a different quality than he had perceived earlier in the day.

The thought was a definite and convincing one.

He believed that Cardigan was smoothing the way with a professional lie.
He had no desire to sleep.

His light was turned low, and his window was open again, for the night had cleared.