The announcement of Sidney's engagement was not to be made for a year.
Wilson, chafing under the delay, was obliged to admit to himself that it
was best. Many things could happen in a year. Carlotta would have finished
her training, and by that time would probably be reconciled to the ending
of their relationship.

He intended to end that. He had meant every word of what he had sworn to
Sidney. He was genuinely in love, even unselfishly--as far as he could be
unselfish. The secret was to be carefully kept also for Sidney's sake.
The hospital did not approve of engagements between nurses and the staff.
It was disorganizing, bad for discipline.

Sidney was very happy all that summer. She glowed with pride when her
lover put through a difficult piece of work; flushed and palpitated when
she heard his praises sung; grew to know, by a sort of intuition, when he
was in the house. She wore his ring on a fine chain around her neck, and
grew prettier every day.

Once or twice, however, when she was at home, away from the glamour, her
early fears obsessed her. Would he always love her? He was so handsome and
so gifted, and there were women who were mad about him. That was the
gossip of the hospital. Suppose she married him and he tired of her? In
her humility she thought that perhaps only her youth, and such charm as she
had that belonged to youth, held him. And before her, always, she saw the
tragic women of the wards.