"Yes, good!" repeated phlegmatic, kindly Mr. Eyes, who had brought light to many people for large fees from the rich and for nothing for those who live in the alleys. Light was his business. Yet he, too, must find some outlet for his emotion, which was to pat Helen on the head. General Ears had taken only a thousand yards, while General Eyes felt as triumphant as if he had taken five miles of first line trench, ten thousand prisoners and a hundred guns. It was the knock-out blow for the little pain devils. When he had made some experiments and put on fresh compresses and was about to go, he said, choosing his words carefully: "I think that I may safely say, barring unforeseen complications, that he will entirely recover his sight with time. How about that?" he added, to Helen. Her eyes were moist with happiness. She was incapable of speaking. Her first coherent thought was that Phil himself did not yet know. "Victory!" she wrote on his arm. "You will completely recover your sight, on the high authority of Mr. Eyes himself." For a space he made no movement. His consciousness was absorbing a transcendent fact. Helen sat beside him, waiting. Henriette, who had remained all the while in the background, silent except for a prolonged cry of delight, came nearer and stood on the other side of him, also waiting. At length he wrote: "Soon I shall see you!" "Yes," Helen replied. "And father and mother, too. Tell them quick--and Peter and Bricktop and Helen--everybody!" "Yes. I will go instantly." She should have thought of this before, she said to herself, as she hurried away on her mission. Henriette was left alone with Phil. She regarded him with lashes half-closed and with her lips set in a way much like Madame Ribot's. As she grew older she would more and more resemble her mother. A step and another, slowly, gracefully, as she bent her lithe figure, her eyes opening now in venturesome inquiry as she took the place which Helen had just vacated. She had written on his arm a good deal of late and, fascinated by the accomplishment, had even practised on her own arm in her room. Phil received the hand-clasp which signalled Helen's return. "A messenger has gone," she wrote. "Wouldn't you like to take a walk in the court?" "Yes," was the answer. "It will make the happiness still more real to feel my legs under me."