"We'll be good: I'll answer for her, and myself too," Edward returned,
with a tenderly affectionate smile up into Zoe's face, as she bent over
him, and touched her lips to his forehead.

She dared not trust herself to speak, but silently put her hand in his,
dropped on her knees by the bedside, and laid her pretty head on the
pillow on which his rested.

"My own darling!" he murmured, softly pressing the hand he held: "my own
precious little wife!"

Once more Arthur enjoined quiet, then went out, and left them alone
together.

He paid a professional visit to Miss Deane, satisfied her curiosity in
regard to Edward's injuries, and learned with pleasure that she was
quite resolved to go home the next morning.

"Of course Mrs. Travilla should give all her attention to her husband
now," she remarked; "and I shall be only in the way. One disabled person
is quite enough to have in a house at one time. So if you, doctor, will
be so kind as to have the ambulance sent out for me directly after
breakfast, I'll be much obliged."

"I will do so," he said. "The journey will do you no harm, and you will
probably be better cared for and happier in your own home than here,
under the circumstances."

Zoe's poor heart was longing to pour itself out into her husband's ear
in words of contrition, penitence, and love; and only the fear of