Though the face was very beautiful, the cheeks were sunken, emaciated and hollow; her long silken hair hung in disheveled masses over her shoulders, and in her deeply expressive eyes there was the glare of incipient insanity. No sooner did the girl see Bambino than she endeavored to rise, but was compelled to fall back again by weakness. "Who are you?" he asked, tenderly. "I am an angel now," she replied. "Death has held me in his arms. I do not suffer any more, though it was hard and bitter to die." Her voice was faint and feeble. There was that in her words and manner which indicated that her mind was wandering. Reason had tottered on its throne, until it had finally given way beneath the weight of her sufferings. Seeing that she was in want of nourishment, he procured some food which he administered with a spoon, afterward compelling her to drink some wine. Toward night she improved considerably, and fell into a refreshing sleep. Bambino went repeatedly on deck to look out for a sail, but did not see one. His position was a precarious one, for should another storm arise, there was little doubt the vessel would either capsize or break her back. He drew some consolation from the fact that he was in the path of the steamships which were constantly crossing and recrossing the Atlantic ocean. Two days passed, during which the lady remained in a comatose state; but, as he continued to feed her at intervals, she gradually regained her strength, and on the third day was able to get up and converse. Her mind, however, was gone. She talked incoherently, persisting that she had died during the storm, and that she was a spirit. "When I was alive," she would say, "I lived in France and I married an English nobleman. When he dies and comes to the land of spirits, he will not deny that I am his wife, though on earth, he drove me from him and broke my heart." "What was his name?" asked Bambino, who became interested in her random utterings, he scarcely knew why. "Lord Maltravers; you see I remember that, though I cannot recollect all things that happened before I died. I was called Adéle." Bambino started and visibly changed color. He had heard his master speak of this girl, and it appeared to him that he had made an important discovery. Maltravers had admitted to this confidential villain that he had legally married the girl, and he hoped that she was dead, as she might give him some trouble if she lived. Slave as he was, bound hand and foot to his titled master, Bambino felt that, with this girl in his possession, he would have a powerful weapon to use, should he ever come into open conflict with him. He determined to say that she was his sister and that the captain and crew of the ship had left them behind in their hurry to quit, while he could easily add that Adéle had become crazed with terror. A week went by; and though Adéle grew stronger, there was no amelioration in her mental condition.