She always helped shift the patient into a fresh bed, and that was done very often. She would run to the cook or the butler for anything that was wanted in a hurry. She flung gentility and humbug to the winds. Then she dressed in ten minutes, and went and dined with Vizard, and made excuses for Zoe's absence, to keep everything smooth; and finally she insisted on sitting up with Ina Klosking till three in the morning, and made Miss Gale go to bed in the room. “Paid nurses!” said she; “they are no use except to snore and drink the patient's wine. You and I will watch her every moment of the night; and if I'm ever at a loss what to do, I will call you.” Miss Gale stared at her once, and then accepted this new phase of her character. The fever was hot while it lasted; but it was so encountered with tonics, and port wine, and strong beef soup (not your rubbishy beef tea), that in forty-eight hours it began to abate. Ina recognized Rhoda Gale as the lady who had saved Severne's life at Montpellier, and wept long and silently upon her neck. In due course, Zoe, hearing there was a great change, came in again to look at her. She stood and eyed her. Soon Ina Klosking caught sight of her, and stared at her. “You here!” said she. “Ah! you are Miss Vizard. I am in your house. I will get up and leave it;” and she made a feeble attempt to rise, but fell back, and the tears welled out of her eyes at her helplessness. Zoe was indignant, but for the moment more shocked than anything else. She moved away a little, and did not know what to say. “Let me look at you,” said the patient. “Ah! you are beautiful. When I saw you at the theater, you fascinated me. How much more a man? I will resist no more. You are too beautiful to be resisted. Take him, and let me die.” “I do her no good,” said Zoe, half sullenly, half trembling. “Indeed you do not,” said Rhoda, bluntly, and almost bitterly. She was all nurse. “I'll come here no more,” said Zoe, sadly but sternly, and left the room. Then Ina turned to Miss Gale and said, patiently, “I hope I was not rude to that lady--who has broken my heart.” Fanny and Rhoda took each a hand and told her she could not be rude to anybody. “My friends,” said Ina, looking piteously to each in turn, “it is her house, you know, and she is very good to me now--after breaking my heart.” Then Fanny showed a deal of tact. _“Her_ house!” said she. “It is no more hers than mine. Why, this house belongs to a gentleman, and he is mad after music. He knows you very well, though you don't know him, and he thinks you the first singer in Europe.” “You flatter me,” said Ina, sadly. “Well, he thinks so; and he is reckoned a very good judge. Ah! now I think of it, I will show you something, and then you will believe me.” She ran off to the library, snatched up Ina's picture set round with pearls, and came panting in with it. “There,” said she; “now you look at that!” and she put it before her eyes. “Now, who is that, if you please?”