Carolina did not know the nature of Mrs. Goddard’s infirmity, so she forbore to ask of what. She only knew, as all the smart world knew, that Mrs. Goddard did something dreadful, and did it to excess. It was whispered that it was a case of drugs, but there were those, less kind, who hinted at a more vulgar excess, either of which would explain the dreadful scenes Mrs. Goddard had occasioned in public. Her intimates asserted that a terrible malady was at the bottom of her habits, whatever they were. At any rate, a somewhat scandalous mystery hung over Mrs. Goddard’s name, although she had been at the forefront of every mad scene of pleasure the fashionable world could invent to kill time. "You are changed, too," said Carolina, wonderingly, more and more surprised to see Rosemary Goddard--of all girls!--kneeling at her bedside, holding her hand in a warm grasp, pressing it now and then to emphasize an affection she felt shy of expressing, and talking in a gentle, altogether unknown tone of voice. In Carolina’s uncompromising vocabulary she had privately stigmatized Rosemary as a snob, and rather ridiculed her exaggeration of aristocracy. But the coldness, the tired expression, the aloofness, were all gone. The weary eyes shone. The bored eyebrows were lowered. The curved lips smiled. The withdrawn hands were reached out to help. The whole attitude was radiant of sympathy and love. Rosemary could not forbear to smile at Carolina’s unconscious scrutiny. "What has done it?" asked Carolina, abruptly. "Christian Science," said Rosemary, frankly. Carolina was disappointed that she did not rush on and explain. She had heard that Scientists thrust their views upon you and were instant in season, out of season. She was piqued that Rosemary did not give her the opportunity to argue and refute. Carolina wanted to be coaxed. "The change in you is wonderful," she said at last. "I think it is always a little insulting to tell a woman how she has improved, so I will not harp on it. But I don’t think I care to investigate Christian Science. It has always bored me when people have tried to explain it to me." "You have a perfect right to leave it alone, then," said Rosemary. "Christian Science does not need you in the least." Although her tone was perfectly sweet and kind, it was dignified, and Carolina’s quickness at once comprehended the almost unbearable priggishness of her remark. "I did not intend to be rude," she said, hurriedly. Then she hesitated as another thought struck her, and in a more timid voice she said: "Did you mean that Christian Science does not need me as much as I need Christian Science?" Rosemary pressed her hand as her only reply. "Can it help me?" cried Carolina, with sudden fervour. "I am a wreck, physically and mentally. I have lost parents, fortune, home, health, and ambition. I long to die! I have even lost my God!" "Christian Science will give you back your God," said Rosemary.