Nurse found a position where he could see it quite well, even though he could not raise his head from the pillows. Then, standing over him, she said: "Dearie, you are in pain. Couldn’t I ease your position just a little?" "No, Nurse, please don’t touch me, the bruises seem so real. I ought to be able to deny them, and I cannot." "And would it make them better to deny them, Master Carol?" "Oh, yes, Nurse. You are thinking the bruises are very sore and painful, are you not?" Yes, Nurse was decidedly dwelling in thought upon the pain the boy must be suffering from such a bruised condition. "If you could think, Nurse, that there is no sensation in matter, that the pain is all in mind: in my mind and your mind, and Auntie’s and the doctor’s. You are all thinking how I must be suffering. If only someone would help me to deny it!" "I wish I could, Master Carol." But it was double Dutch to Nurse to try to understand that the pain was in mind, and not in the poor bruised body. It was half-past nine when she moved the time-piece so that Carol could see it, and he at once began to count how many hours it would be till morning. At ten o’clock Mrs. Mandeville returned to the room, followed by Dr. Burton. Nurse held up a warning finger as they entered: the boy was asleep. "This is splendid! How long has he slept?" the doctor asked. "It was just after half-past nine, sir. He seemed in great pain, I thought there was no hope of sleep for him, and all at once he just dropped off without a word." It was such a beautiful sleep, calm, peaceful, untroubled by fret or moan. Mrs. Mandeville and the doctor watched beside him an hour; then the doctor left, and Mrs. Mandeville was persuaded to go to her own room for a night’s rest, leaving Nurse in charge. They did not know, nor could they have understood had they known, how, far away, a woman, ’clad in the whole armour of God,’ was fighting for him: fighting error with ’the sword of the Spirit.’ Letters and telegrams had at last reached Cousin Alicia. CHAPTER XVI.--"IT IS A MIRACLE." The next morning about eight o’clock, Nurse came to Mrs. Mandeville’s room, an expression of amazement, almost of consternation, on her face. "What is it, Nurse? Is Master Carol worse?" Mrs. Mandeville asked in alarm. "No, ma’am; I cannot say he is worse. He says he is well, and wants to get up for breakfast. He slept all through the night, just as you left him, and never wakened till half-past seven this morning. He is certainly not feverish or delirious, but he talks so strangely. He says error has all gone, and he is free. I had quite a difficulty to prevent him from getting out of bed to come to you. I have sent a messenger for Dr. Burton." "That is right, Nurse. Go back to him. I will come at once." Mrs. Mandeville was not long slipping into a morning wrap, and following Nurse to Carol’s room.