The poor, little, stout, unpicturesque elderly man got up and began to walk to and fro in the room which he had turned into with Lanfear, and to say, more to himself than to Lanfear, as if balancing one thing against another: "The merciful thing is that she has been saved from the horror and the sorrow. She knows no more of either than she knows of her mother's love for her. They were very much alike in looks and mind, and they were always together more like persons of the same age--sisters, or girl friends; but she has lost all knowledge of that, as of other things. And then there is the question whether she won't some time, sooner or later, come into both the horror and the sorrow." He stopped and looked at Lanfear. "She has these sudden fits of drowsiness, when she _must_ sleep; and I never see her wake from them without being afraid that she has wakened to everything--that she has got back into her full self, and taken up the terrible burden that my old shoulders are used to. What do you think?" Lanfear felt the appeal so keenly that in the effort to answer faithfully he was aware of being harsher than he meant. "That is a chance we can't forecast. But it is a chance. The fact that the drowsiness recurs periodically--" "It doesn't," the father pleaded. "We don't know when it will come on." "It scarcely matters. The periodicity wouldn't affect the possible result which you dread. I don't say that it is probable. But it's one of the possibilities. It has," Lanfear added, "its logic." "Ah, its logic!" "Its logic, yes. My business, of course, would be to restore her to health at any risk. So far as her mind is affected--" "Her mind is not affected!" the father retorted. "I beg your pardon--her memory--it might be restored with her physical health. You understand that? It is a chance; it might or it might not happen." The father was apparently facing a risk which he had not squarely faced before. "I suppose so," he faltered. After a moment he added, with more courage: "You must do the best you can, at any risk." Lanfear rose, too. He said, with returning kindness in his tones, if not his words: "I should like to study the case, Mr. Gerald. It's very interesting, and--and--if you'll forgive me--very touching." "Thank you." "If you decide to stay in San Remo, I will--Do you suppose I could get a room in this hotel? I don't like mine." "Why, I haven't any doubt you can. Shall we ask?" III