'I believe that, by the law, his consent must be obtained before the operation.' 'He came to himself, but the doctor thought it best to give him a hypodermic of morphia and he is asleep.' 'Did he speak, while he was conscious ?' The Mother Superior knew what was passing in her daughter's mind, and looked quietly into the expectant eyes.
'He did not pronounce your name, but he said that he would rather die outright than lose his right arm.

In any case, it would not be possible to amputate it during the night.

He had probably dined before the accident, and it will not be safe to put him under ether before to-morrow morning.' Sister Giovanna did not speak for a few moments, though the Mother Superior was almost quite sure what her next words would be, and that the young nun was mentally weighing her own strength of character with the circumstances that might arise.
'May I take care of him to-night ?' she asked at last rather suddenly, like a person who has decided to run a grave risk.
'Can you be sure of yourself ?' asked the elder woman, trying to put the question in the authoritative tone which she would have used with any other Sister in the community.
But it was of no use; when she thought of all it meant, and of what the delicate girl was to her, all the coldness went out of her voice and the deepest motherly sympathy took its place.

The answer came after a short pause in which the question was finally decided.
'Yes.

I can be sure of myself now.' 'Then come with me,' answered the Mother Superior.
They followed the passage to the lift, were taken up to the third floor, and a few moments later were standing before the closed door of Number Two.