It was a beautiful day in the beginning of September, warm and golden, with all the mellowness of autumn in the air, while yet the glow of summer was not wholly lost. The soft sound of water on the shore was heard through the chirping of innumerable insects, shrilling out their delight in the heat; while now and then the notes of a bird mingled pleasantly in the harmony. The convalescent drew in full breaths of the sweet air with a sigh of satisfaction, leaning back among his cushions to look, with the pleasure of returning life, over the fair scene before him. For some time nurse and patient sat silent, but the girl, watching him intently, was in no wise dissatisfied with the other's evident appreciation of her favorite spot. Indeed, she had dreamed here of him so often that some subtle clairvoyancy may have secretly put him in harmony with the place before he saw it. Columbine liked him for the pleasure so evident upon his handsome, wasted face, while inly she was aware how great would have been her disappointment had he been less alive to the charms of the view. "How lovely it is!" he said, at length. "It is, perhaps, because you live in so lovely a place," he added, after a trifling pause, and with a faint smile, "that you are so kind to a waif like myself." "Perhaps," she answered, returning his smile. "But, really, we only did what any one would have done in our place." "Oh, no; and besides, few could have done it so well. It is so pleasant, I seem to have lived here always." "It may be," Columbine suggested, with deliberation, "that it recalls some place you have known." A shadow came over his face. "It is a pity," he said, "that if that unlucky disaster could spare me nothing of my baggage, it could not at least have left me my few poor wits. I might make an interesting case for psychologists. They might discover from me in what part of the brain the faculty of memory is located, for that wretched wound seems to have let mine all ooze out of my cranium. I do not feel, Miss Dysart, like an idiot in all respects, since I certainly know my right hand from my left; and I have found, by experiment in the night-watches, that I could still make myself understood in two or three languages." "You had much better have slept," interpolated his listener. "But as far as my personal history goes," he continued, replying to her words by a smile, "my mind is an absolute blank. I can give you several interesting pieces of information concerning ancient history and chronology; but I haven't the faintest idea what my name is; and you must acknowledge that it is a little hard for a man to be ignorant of his own name." "Yes," Columbine assented, bending forward and clasping her hands in front of her knees. "Yes; and it is so strange! Try and remember; you must surely recollect something."