noon
Quite irrepressibly , as he saw the red , red blood come surging home again into her cheeks , a little short chuckling laugh escaped him . `` I guess you 'll live -- now , '' he remarked dryly . Then because a Senior Surgeon ca n't stay home on the mere impulse of the moment from a great rushing hospital , just because one member of his household happens to faint perfectly innocently in the morning , he hurried on to his work again . And saved a little boy , and lost a little girl , and mended a fractured thigh , and eased a gun-shot wound , and came dashing home at noon in one of his thousand-dollar hours to feel the White Linen Nurse 's pulse and broil her a bit of tenderloin steak with his own thousand-dollar hands , -- and then went dashing off again to do one major operation or another , telephoned home once or twice during the afternoon to make sure that everything was all right , and finding that the White Linen Nurse was comfortably up and about again , went sprinting off fifty miles somewhere on a meningitis consultation , and came dragging home at last , somewhere near midnight , to a big black house brightened only by a single light in the kitchen where the White Linen Nurse went tiptoeing softly from stove to pantry in deft preparation of an appetizing supper for him . Quite roughly again without smile or appreciation the Senior Surgeon took her by the shoulders and turned her out of the kitchen , and started her up the stairs . `` Are you an -- idiot ? '' he said .