Yes, that was all. She had gone over the ground she wished to traverse. Thereafter she was absorbed in watching her fly traverse another element. CHAPTER III. The shifting and removal of furniture and the banishment of carpets preparatory to the reception of patients next day, together with the installation of the necessaries for sick-rooms, were complete when Maud got home that evening, and she found Dr. Symes, who had come up to superintend this, just on the point of leaving. He had no very cheering account to give concerning several of the patients whom Maud asked after, but there was one cause, at least, for thankfulness, since no fresh case had appeared during the day. "And that is rather strange," he said, "for we have not yet been able to discover what the cause of the epidemic was, and so have not intentionally cut off any source of infection. But, God knows, I am quite content not to know what it is, provided it is cut off." "Yes, indeed," said she. "And to-morrow you will fill up all the beds here?" "Yes, all, I am sorry to say. Of course, we are taking certain risks, but, for the sake of the fresher air and better attention they will be able to receive up here, we shall move some very serious cases. Ah, my dear lady, we doctors get sick at heart sometimes! Doctor though I am, and prescriber of drugs, I wonder how much good we really do with our powders and potions. I wonder if all the contents of all the chemists' shops, and our cabalistic prescriptions, are measurable by the side of fresh air and quiet, and the conviction on the part of the patient that he is going to get well." "But if he believes that the drugs are going to make him well, surely they are a spring of faith," said she. He laughed. "Well, well, they may get better how they choose, and I won't quarrel with it," he said. "By the way, I should like to say just once how splendid it is of you and Lord Thurso to give up the house like this." "It was absolutely Thurso's idea," said she, "though, of course, it seemed obvious when he suggested it. And he wanted to send me back to town! Has he come in yet, do you know?" "Yes, he came in half an hour ago, in great pain, I fear, with one of those neuralgic headaches. He is rather overdone; he wants rest." Maud made a little quick movement towards him. "Not seriously so?" she asked. "You don't mean that there is anything to be anxious about?" "I don't, anyhow, want you to be anxious," said he, "but as long as he is continually anxious himself, and gets constantly tired, those headaches will probably be rather frequent. He has had attacks during these last three days, and pain like that is good for nobody. I certainly hope he will get rest soon. We do not want it to become chronic." "Chronic?" "Yes; your nerves, you know, form habits, like everything else."