"Lily, Lily!" he whispered, "'tis I; awake! speak, tell me you are not dead." She moved a little beneath his touch, then wetting a towel in the water-jug he applied it to her forehead and lips, and slowly she revived. "Where are we?" she asked. "Mike, darling, are we in Italy? ... I have been ill, have I not? They say I'm going to die, but I'm not; I'm going to live for you, my darling." Then she recovered recollection of what had happened, and whispered that she had failed to give her mother the opiate, but had nevertheless determined to keep her promise to him. She had dressed herself and was just ready to go, but a sudden weakness had come over her. She remembered staggering a few steps and nothing more. "But if you have not given your mother the opiate, she may awake at any moment. Are you strong enough, my darling, to come with me? Come!" "Yes, yes, I'm strong enough. Give me some more water, and kiss me, dear." The lovers wrapped themselves in each other's arms. But hearing some one moving in the adjoining room, the girl looked in horror and supplication in Mike's eyes. Stooping, he disappeared beneath a small table; and drew his legs beneath the cloth. The sounds in the next room continued, and he recognized them as proceeding from some one searching for clothes. Then Lily's door was opened and Mrs. Young said-- "Lily, there is some one in your room; I'm sure Mr. Fletcher is here." "Oh, mother, how can you say such a thing! indeed he is not." "He is; I am not mistaken. This is disgraceful; he must be under that bed." "Mother, you can look." "I shall do nothing of the kind. I shall fetch your uncle." When he heard Mrs. Young retreating with fast steps, Mike emerged from his hiding. "What shall I do?" "You can't leave without being seen. Uncle sleeps opposite." "I'll hide in your mother's room; and while they are looking for me here, I will slip out." "How clever you are, darling! Go there. Do you hear? uncle is answering her. To-morrow we shall find an opportunity to get away; but now I would not be found out.... I told mother you weren't here. Go!" The morrow brought no opportunity for flight. Lily could not leave her room, and it was whispered that the doctors despaired of her life. Then Mike opened his heart to the Major, and the old soldier promised him his cordial support when Lily was well. Three days passed, and then, unable to bear the strain any longer, Mike fled to Monte Carlo. There he lost and won a fortune. Hence Italy enticed him, and he went, knowing that he should never go there with Lily. But not in art nor in dissipation did he find escape from her deciduous beauty, now divided from the grave only by a breath, beautiful and divinely sorrowful in its transit.