It was not until after many days of wild delirium that Fred Chester unclosed his eyes with the light of reason to make things clear once more. He was in his own room, and he lay wondering why he was unable to raise a hand or turn his head without difficulty. He lay for some time trying to think out what had happened in an untroubled way, for a restful sensation pervaded his being, and it did not seem to matter much till he became conscious of a peculiar, soft, clicking sound, which he knew at last to be caused by a needle coming in contact with a thimble. It came from somewhere to his left behind the curtain, which was drawn to keep the sunshine which came through the open window from his face. This afforded him fresh food for thought, and by degrees he turned his head a little, till he could lie and watch the curtain, and wonder who was beyond. That was all. He felt no temptation to try and speak, for it seemed, in a pleasant, dreamy way, that sooner or later he would know. It was sooner. For all at once, as he lay watching, the sewer bent forward a little, so that she could gaze at the face upon the pillow, and their eyes met, those of the nurse turning wild and dilated as she started up and hurried from the room. "Isabel--you!" he said, in a mere whisper of a voice, but she did not stay, and the next minute, as the sick man still lay wondering, the door was opened again and Laura entered. "Oh, Fred, Fred, my own brother!" she cried, as she sank upon her knees by the bedside and pressed her lips to the thin white hand lying outside the sheet. "Laury," he said, feebly; "you, dear? Wasn't that Bel?" "Yes, yes; but you must not talk. Oh, thank God! thank God, you know us once again!" "Know you?" he said, smiling, "of course. Where's aunt?" "Downstairs, dear, asleep. She is so worn-out with watching you." "Watching me?" he said, with a little child-like laugh. "Yes, of course, she is always watching." He gently raised his hand, to place it upon his sister's head, and it lay there passive for some time, till Laura realised that her brother was fast asleep; and then she stole away to join Isabel in the next room. The next day Chester was a little stronger, but it was as if his mind was passing through the early stages once more, he was so child-like and weak; and it was not until the third day of his recovering his senses after the terrible brain fever through which he had passed that he remembered Isabel again, and asked if he had not seen her there. Laura told him yes, that she had been there, and he asked no more; but as the days went on he learned all. That his sister had returned to town with his aunt and written to the servant from their hotel to pack up the clothes and books they had left behind, and received an answer back that Chester was dying of brain fever.