"She has received very great injuries--chiefly the right cheek and eye.
So much so that she needs an oculist's care at once. I have telephoned
to Dr. Steinholz, of No. 4, Thiergarten, one of our ablest oculists, to
receive her now into his clinique. If you care to do so, you are welcome
to accompany me."
I drove through the gay, flaring streets of Berlin like a man in a
phantasmagoria of horror.
CHAPTER XXIV
The first time they allowed me to see her was after many days of
nerve-racking anxiety. I had indeed called at the clinique two or three
times a day for news, and I had written short letters of comfort and
received weirdly-spelt messages taken down from Lola's dictation by a
nurse with an imperfect knowledge of English. These kept the heart in
me; for the doctor's reports were invariably grave--possible loss of
sight in the injured eye and permanent disfigurement their most hopeful
prognostications. I lived, too, in a nervous agony of remorse. For
whatever happened I held myself responsible.
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