When Lysbeth parted from Elsa that afternoon she went straight to the chamber of the Vrouw Jansen. It was a poor place, for after the execution of her husband his wretched widow had been robbed of all her property and now existed upon the charity of her co-religionists. Lysbeth found her in bed, an old woman nursing her, who said that she thought the patient was suffering from a fever. Lysbeth leant over the bed and kissed the sick woman, but started back when she saw that the glands of her neck were swollen into great lumps, while the face was flushed and the eyes so bloodshot as to be almost red. Still she knew her visitor, for she whispered: “What is the matter with me, Vrouw van Goorl? Is it the smallpox coming on? Tell me, friend, the doctor would not speak.” “I fear that it is worse; it is the plague,” said Lysbeth, startled into candour. The poor girl laughed hoarsely. “Oh! I hoped it,” she said. “I am glad, I am glad, for now I shall die and go to join him. But I wish that I had caught it before,” she rambled on to herself, “for then I would have taken it to him in prison and they couldn’t have treated him as they did.” Suddenly she seemed to come to herself, for she added, “Go away, Vrouw van Goorl, go quickly or you may catch my sickness.” “If so, I am afraid that the mischief is done, for I have kissed you,” answered Lysbeth. “But I do not fear such things, though perhaps if I took it, this would save me many a trouble. Still, there are others to think of, and I will go.” So, having knelt down to pray awhile by the patient, and given the old nurse the basket of soup and food, Lysbeth went. Next morning she heard that the Vrouw Jansen was dead, the pest that struck her being of the most fatal sort. Lysbeth knew that she had run great risk, for there is no disease more infectious than the plague. She determined, therefore, that so soon as she reached home she would burn her dress and other articles of clothing and purify herself with the fumes of herbs. Then she dismissed the matter from her mind, which was already filled with another thought, a dominant, soul-possessing thought.