She took what was offered to her passively, but nothing elicited a change of expression. They took her to cheerful rooms engaged by Mr. Stevens for her and her sister. Grace, whose health seemed so much better now that there was necessity for her exerting herself, was in despair. "Will she ever recover?" she asked, in anguish, of the kind and clever man who visited her so regularly. "Will my sister ever know me again?" "I believe she will. It would be a great matter if she could cry--a good hearty cry might do much for her." "I don't know how to make her," said Grace, in accents of despair. "But I do, ma'am," said Jean. "I cut the poor bonny boy's hair off, and we had him photographed. I will show her the picture, and then tears will come." "Give me the hair," said the doctor, hastily, and he took it quickly out of the room with him. When they next met Grace asked him about it. "Why did you carry it off, doctor?" "Because the poor child died of suppressed scarlet fever," he answered, "and I took it to be disinfected." "That's a new name for an ill deed," said Jean. "It's quite true--the child's throat showed what it died of," he said. "It died of neglect," said Jean, obstinately. "How was the poor young thing to know how to deal with it? Fever or no fever, the man's a cruel-hearted man, and shall never come near her again." "You say a truthful thing in saying that," said the doctor, in a low voice. "Mr. Drayton died this morning." "No!" exclaimed Grace. "He seemed such a strong man when I last saw him," and she shuddered, for since the days when she had laid ill and had urged Margaret to marry him for her own selfish ends she had never seen him to speak to, excepting once. Jean was silent. There was a verse in her heart but she would not say it out just then. "He was a violent man," said the doctor. "It is quite dreadful to think of that poor child in such a man's power. He had a terrible attack of passion in the asylum--a blood-vessel in the brain gave way, and all was over in a few minutes." "There are so many things I cannot understand," said Grace, who felt those last days too much to speak about them. "Surely Margaret must have consulted a doctor. Why did he not interfere? He must have seen that that wretched man was insane." "Ah," said the doctor, rising, and not choosing to say to her what he had said to Doctor Jones, "medical men are not always infallible." "They are human creatures," said Jean--"poor erring mortals." To Doctor Jones--the great man from London spoke plainly, albeit with a politeness which was very chilling. "We cannot understand, sir, your not having recognised the man as a dangerous lunatic, but probably you have not had much experience of this kind." "I was beginning to be uneasy," stammered Doctor Jones, who had appeared on the scene because the man he had sent there had warned him that there would probably be murder, and that he would get into a scrape if he did not interfere in some way.