brain, her mind wandered back to the happy days at Plympton Terrace.
Once more she played about the beautiful shores of Derwentwater; once
more she rambled with her school-mates under the lofty trees, or rode
along through winding avenues. At time, however, her thoughts reverted
to the later events of her life; and once or twice to that time of
horror in the chapel.

The doctor came and went, and satisfied himself with seeing after the
things that conduced to the recovery of his patient. He was from London,
and had been sent for by Wiggins, who had no confidence in the local
physicians. At length the disease was quelled, and after nearly two
months Edith began to be conscious of her situation. She came back to
sensibility with feelings of despair, and her deep agitation of soul
retarded her recovery very greatly; for her thoughts were fierce and
indignant, and she occupied herself, as soon as she could think, with
incessant plans for escape. At last she resolved to tell the doctor all.
One day when he came she began, but, unfortunately for her, before she
had spoken a dozen words she became so excited she almost fainted.
Thereupon the doctor very properly forbade her talking about any of her
affairs whatever until she was better. "Your friends," said he, "have
cautioned me against this, and I have two things to regard--their wishes
and your recovery." Once or twice after this Edith tried to speak about
her situation, but the doctor promptly checked her. Soon after he ceased
his visits.

In spite of all drawbacks, however, she gradually recovered, and at last
became able to move about the room. She might even have gone out if she
had wished, but she did not feel inclined.

One day, while looking over some of her books which were lying on her