"I would not take any money from you, and I shall come to see you as often as I can." I bound up her little foot again without another word, and then sat down, pushing my chair farther from her. "You are not offended with me, Dr. Martin?" she asked, in a pleading tone. "No," I answered; "but you are mistaken in supposing that a medical man has no love for his profession apart from its profits. To see that your arm gets properly well is part of my duty, and I shall fulfil it without any thought of whether I shall get paid for it or no." "Now," she said, "I must let you know how poor I am. Will you please to fetch me my box out of my room?" I was only too glad to obey her. This seemed to be an opening to a complete confidence between us. Now I came to think of it, Fortune had favored me in thus throwing us together alone. I lifted the small, light box very easily--there could not be many treasures in it--and carried it back to her. She took a key out of her pocket and unlocked it with some difficulty, but she could not raise the lid without my help. I took care not to offer any assistance until she asked it. Yes, there were very few possessions in that light trunk, but the first glance showed me a blue-silk dress, and seal-skin jacket and hat. I lifted them out for her, and after them a pair of velvet slippers, soiled, as if they had been through muddy roads. I did not utter a remark. Beneath these lay a handsome watch and chain, a fine diamond ring, and five sovereigns lying loose in the box. "That is all the money I have in the world," she said, sadly. I laid the five sovereigns in her small, white hand, and she turned them over, one after another, with a pitiful look on her face. I felt foolish enough to cry over them myself. "Dr. Martin," was her unexpected question after a long pause, "do you know what became of my hair?" "Why?" I asked, looking at her fingers running through the short curls we had left her. "Because that ought to be sold for something," she said. "I am almost glad you had it cut off. My hair-dresser told me once he would give five guineas for a head of hair like mine, it was so long and the color was uncommon. Five guineas would not be half enough to pay you though, I know." She spoke so simply and quietly, that I did not attempt to remonstrate with her about her anxiety to pay me. "Tardif has it," I said; "but of course he will give it you back again. Shall I sell it for you, mam'zelle?" "Oh, that is just what I could not ask you!" she exclaimed. "You see there is no one to buy it here, and I hope it may be a long time before I go away. I don't know, though; that depends upon whether I can dispose of my things. There is my seal-skin, it cost twenty-five guineas last year, and it ought to be worth something. And my watch--see what a nice one it is. I should like to sell them all, every one. Then I could stay here as long as the money lasted."