Peggy lay back exhausted, and resigned. That was the only murmur that ever passed her lips. As she regained her health, her spirits returned, and she was soon with her bright smile and quaint speeches a favourite patient. The first Saturday after she recovered consciousness, she had a visitor. Captain D'Arcy himself came into the ward. It was a proud moment in her life; and in spite of the pain she was suffering, her eyes lighted up with delight. "Well, Peggy," said the young man, "I thought I must come and thank you in person for what you did for me. You are getting on first-rate, I hope?" "Yes, sir. Please, sir, excuse me arskin', but did I drop my stockin'? I've kep' thinkin' on it, and I feel sure I had it in my hand." Captain D'Arcy smiled. "Yes, I think my aunt has it in her keeping. You had it right enough." "And please, sir, is your papers safe too?" "All safe. They would have been a great loss to me. And I am deeply grateful to you." He pulled out of his waistcoat pocket two five-pound notes, and put them on her pillow. Peggy's face grew very red. "Please, sir, I don't want no money. Oh please, sir, you didn't think I went to get 'em for money?" Tears were in her eyes. Such a little brought them there now. "Of course not," said Captain D'Arcy hurriedly; "but I'm going away, Peggy, and I wanted to give you a little present before I left. You know the fire was my fault I am afraid; and certainly it was my fault that you nearly lost your life. You will greatly oblige me if you take this." Peggy's smile shone out. "Thank you very, very much, sir. I'll take it for my stockin', and it will be lovely! And, please sir, are you going back to Indy?" "Not just yet. I am going to visit some friends first." "I shall always think on you, please sir," said Peggy earnestly. "I always have longed to meet you, and I never did think I'd have done it. And, please sir, I does hope I told you right the fust time I sawed you. I was in such a hurry to get it out, that p'raps I said it wrong." "Oh no, your sermon was quite plain," said the young man, looking at her this time without the customary twinkle in his eye. "I shall remember it, Peggy, every word. I shall never be able to say that I didn't know who to go to for a new heart. I haven't got that article yet, but I daresay I might be the better for it." Peggy looked at him in perplexity. "'Twas the sick capting in the Bible goin' so quick and getting cured, that made me think you would p'raps," she said wistfully. "I always did want to be that there maid, and when I really did meet a sick capting I was so overjoyed that my heart nearly busted!" "A sick captain in the Bible," said Captain D'Arcy, looking at her meditatively; "now who was he, I wonder?" "'Twas a leper captin, and the maid were waitin' on his lady, and she told him to go to Elisha, and he went, and he was told to wash hisself, and he wouldn't, and then he did, and he come home quite well!"