"How did you come here?" he asked Betty in surprise. "Where is Mus? Where am I?" he asked, looking around the room in wonder. "Don't be alarmed, dear," she answered, taking his hand fondly. "You had a slight hurt, and were brought in here. Cousin George will take you home today. Mus is all right." The boy was full of questions, all of which Betty answered soothingly. The sun was just peeping in his window, and the darkness of night had flown. George came early in the morning. He expressed considerable surprise at Harold's condition. The boy was so rejoiced at seeing him, he begged him to stay. But George pleaded urgent cases demanded his time. "Where's Mus?" asked the boy disappointed. "Mus is busy preparing things for your return home. She is quite worried about you." "Poor Mus," said Harold, regretfully. "Betty," said George in a professional tone, "you look tired. You must take a little rest yourself." She looked up at him. His usual healthful countenance was drawn and haggard. Doubtless he had been greatly shocked with Harold. "And you?" she returned anxiously. "I never saw you look so worn. Have you been up with a case all night?" "Yes, a very serious one," he returned with a shadow of perplexity. He leaned over Harold fondly. "Be a little man, sonny. I'll come for you this afternoon." The boy nodded gravely, and Walter turned to Betty. "Goodbye," he said. His tone sounded cold and formal. She crossed to the door with him, and was about to accompany him downstairs, when he turned to her and said: "Don't trouble to come farther, thank you. Goodbye." How unnatural he was! His manner cut her, and she stood silent, embarrassed with the fervor of her own feelings. He glanced at her quickly. "What is the matter?" he asked, almost sternly. "You seem so changed, Dr. Cadman. Have I done wrong?" "You--done--wrong?" he said, in the same hard tone. "No! But when a man wrestles with the hardest problem of his life,--One which tears at his very heart-strings in its solution, he must be stern or completely lose himself!" He held out his hand to her and she took it. A momentary thrill from his warm pressure,--then a great loneliness engulfed her heart, and she knew it was because he had left her presence. "Will I never cease striving?" she asked herself fearfully, as she turned back to Harold. That afternoon there was some commotion in the neighborhood, when an ambulance-coach drew up in front of the boarding-house, and Harold was carried out and placed in it. Betty and Dr. Cadman accompanied him. When they reached home, Alma awaited them. "And Betty, my dear Betty,--this has brought you to us once more! You don't know how I have longed for you!" And the two women embraced fondly. "And this gentleman who saved Harold--I must see him soon," continued Alma, busily fussing about Harold. Betty saw plainly that she was extremely nervous and hysterically joyous. "Are you going to stay with us now?" asked Alma.