"That will do," he went on, with slow deliberateness.
"Better so.

Nurse Wade, I don't know what's beginning to come over you.
You are losing your nerve--which is fatal in a nurse.

Only the other day you let fall and broke a basin at a most critical moment; and now, you scream aloud on a trifling apprehension." He paused and glanced around him.

"Mr.Callaghan," he said, turning to our tall, red-haired Irish student, "YOUR blood is good normal, and YOU are not hysterical." He selected another needle with studious care.

"Give me your finger." As he picked out the needle, I saw Hilda lean forward again, alert and watchful, eyeing him with a piercing glance; but, after a second's consideration, she seemed to satisfy herself, and fell back without a word.