five o'clock
Beneath the uniform and behind the quiet , plain face of the young woman who had been R. P. Burns 's professional assistant for eight years , lived a person than whom none cared more how things went with him . But nobody knew that least of all Burns himself . He only knew that he could not get on without her ; that never a suture that she had prepared made trouble for him after an operation : and that none other of the hundred nice details upon which the astounding results of modern surgery depend was likely to go wrong if it were she who was responsible . At five o'clock that afternoon the Green Inn came back . Arthur Chester had just returned from the office and had thrown himself into a hammock on the porch , for the September weather was like that of June . Catching the throbbing purr of the Imp as the car swung in at the driveway Chester jumped up . Burns flung out a triumphant arm ; Miss Mathewson was smiling .