"Well, Isabel, dear," she cried, bending down and touching her cheek
(kissing is forbidden by the rules of the house), "Arthur has come. He
is here... down below... I have seen him."

"Seen him!" the girl gasped.

"Yes, seen him. Talked with him. Such a nice, manly fellow; and such
an honest, good face! He is longing for you to get well. He says he has
come home this time to marry you."

The wan lips quivered. "He will NEVER marry me!"

"Yes, yes, he WILL--if you will take this jelly. Look here--he wrote
these words to you before my very eyes: 'Dear love to my Isa!'... If you
are good, and will sleep, he may see you--to-morrow."

The girl opened her lips and ate the jelly greedily. She ate as much
as she was desired. In three minutes more her head had fallen like a
child's upon her pillow and she was sleeping peacefully.



I went up to Sebastian's room, quite excited with the news. He was busy
among his bacilli. They were his hobby, his pets. "Well, what do you
think, Professor?" I cried. "That patient of Nurse Wade's--"

He gazed up at me abstractedly, his brow contracting. "Yes, yes; I
know," he interrupted. "The girl in Fourteen. I have discounted her case
long ago. She has ceased to interest me.... Dead, of course! Nothing