all. He merely contented himself with assuring Christine all over
again that he was going to be very good to her and make her happy.

"I'll tell mother to-night," Christine said when they went back to the
hotel. "And I'll write to you, Jimmy; I'll----" she broke off. The
porter had come forward; he spoke to Jimmy in an undertone.

"May I speak to you a moment, sir?"

Christine moved away.

"If you will ask the young lady to wait, sir," the man said again with
a sort of agitation.

A little flame of apprehension swept across Jimmy's face. He spoke to
Christine.

"Wait for me a moment--just a moment." He turned again to the man.
"Well--well, what is it?"

The man lowered his voice.

"The lady, sir--Mrs. Wyatt; she was taken very ill an hour ago. The
doctor is with her now. I was told to tell you as soon as you came in,
so that you could warn the young lady, sir."

Christine had come forward.

"Is anything the matter?" she asked. She looked from Jimmy to the
porter wonderingly. Jimmy took her hand.