The freshness and the melody of her voice startled me. Such voices rarely, if ever, issue from any but beautiful forms. I looked at her attentively, but, owing to a nondescript species of shawl in which her head was wrapped, I could discern nothing beyond what seemed to be a pale, thin face and large eyes. Her dress was lamentable. An old silk, of a color now unrecognizable, clung to her figure in those limp folds which are so eloquent of misery. The creases where it had been folded were worn nearly through, and the edges of the skirt had decayed into a species of irregular fringe, which was clotted and discolored with mud. Her shoes— which were but half concealed by this scanty garment—were shapeless and soft with moisture. Her hands were hidden under the ends of the shawl which covered her head and hung down over a bust, the outlines of which, although angular, seemed to possess grace. Poverty, when partially shrouded, seldom fails to interest: witness the statue of the Veiled Beggar, by Monti. “In what manner was your father hurt?” I asked, in a tone considerably softened from the one in which I put my first question. “He blew himself up, sir, and is terribly wounded.” “Ah! He is in some factory, then?” “No, sir, he is a chemist.” “A chemist? Why, he is a brother professional. Wait an instant, and I will slip on my coat and go with you. Do you live far from here?” “In the Seventh Avenue, not more than two blocks from the end of this street.” “So much the better. We will be with him in a few minutes. Did you leave anyone in attendance on him?” “No, sir. He will allow no one but myself to enter his laboratory. And, injured as he is, I could not induce him to quit it.” “Indeed! He is engaged in some great research, perhaps? I have known such cases.” We were passing under a lamp-post, and the woman suddenly turned and glared at me with a look of such wild terror that for an instant I involuntarily glanced round me under the impression that some terrible peril, unseen by me, was menacing us both. “Don’t—don’t ask me any questions,” she said breathlessly. “He will tell you all. But do, oh, do hasten! Good God! he may be dead by this time!”