But you will soon be well, so we
must be as patient and cheerful as we can."
His eyes answered, but he did not speak. She leaned over and kissed his
cheek. Then he said: "I hope I may get well."
"This was the shadow over you," she ventured. "This was your presentiment
of trouble--this accident."
"Yes, this was the shadow."
Some sharp thought seemed to move her, for her eyes grew suddenly hard,
and she stooped and whispered: "Was SHE there--when--it happened, Galt?"
He shrank from the question, but he said immediately: "No, she was not
there."
"I am glad," she added, "that it was only an accident."
Her eyes grew clear of their momentary hardness. There is nothing in life
like the anger of one woman against another concerning a man.
Justine Caron came to the house, pale and anxious, to inquire. Mrs.
Falchion, she said, was not going away until she knew how Mr. Roscoe's
illness would turn.
"Miss Caron," I said to her, "do you not think it better that she should
go?"
"Yes, for him; but she grieves now."
"For him?"
"Not alone for him," was the reply. There was a pause, and then she
continued: "Madame told me to say to you that she did not wish Mr.
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