“Well, don’t talk, dear Carolyn, and you will see that God will send sleep.” And Zuleime cooled her brow by passing over it several times a lump of ice in a napkin, and laid down by her side, and fanned her, in that measured, monotonous time, so inducive to slumber. So slowly she fanned her, resisting all her attempts to enter into conversation, until wearied nature yielded, and Carolyn was asleep. Then, as it was morning, Zuleime hoisted the windows, to admit a fresh current of air, but left the blinds closed, to exclude the light. Next, she put all Carolyn’s things carefully away, and silently restored the room to order. Then she laid a folded napkin, dipped in ice water, over the still burning brow, and cautiously left the room, to go and order tea and toast to be ready for Carolyn as soon as she should awake. She found the house below stairs in a great but comparatively silent bustle. The servants, who had scarcely retired the night previous, were engaged in clearing away the disorder of the saloon, parlor and dining-room, and in laying the cloth for breakfast for the numerous visitors who had remained over night. Zuleime passed on to the kitchen, and gave her orders, and then silently stole up stairs again to her sister’s room. Carolyn slept long and heavily. Several hours passed before she awoke. When she opened her eyes, and fixed them gratefully upon Zuleime, she raised her arms, again embraced her, saying— “You have comforted me, dear Zuleime.” “And I will comfort you more, dear sister. I know how to do it. How do you feel, Carolyn?” “Better—my head clearer—my nerves steadier—but a weary weight at my heart.” “It shall go away, Carolyn. I know how to drive it away. But first you must take something.” And Zuleime rang the bell, and told the servant who appeared, to bring Miss Carolyn some _fresh_ tea and toast. While he was gone after it, Zuleime bathed her sister’s face and hands, and combed out her hair, and by the time she was made comfortable, the servant re-appeared with the refreshments. After Carolyn had breakfasted lightly, (and this was the first food she had taken for thirty-six hours,) she fell exhausted back upon her pillow, and said— “I cannot appear this morning, Zuleime! I am tired of acting a part!” “You need not do it, dear Carolyn! The people have breakfasted, and are almost all gone—and the others are going. Carolyn, dear, I saw _Archer_ when he went away—” Miss Clifton was still too proud to make a comment. “Carolyn, he looked broken-hearted, despairing—indeed he did! Oh, Carolyn! I think if he could have hoped that you would have made up with him, he would have let his regiment go to perdition rather than not hastened to your feet!” “Why did he not try, then?” “Oh, sister, you banished him, and men have some pride. He waited for your relenting, I feel sure!” Carolyn remembered, with bitter regret, her refusal to let her father go and recall him.