Then Garth's instinctive chivalry struggled up through the blackness. He did not turn his head, but his right hand made a little courteous sign of greeting, and he said in a low, distinct voice: "How do you do? I am sure it is most kind of you to come so far. I hope you had an easy journey." Jane's lips moved, but no sound would pass them. Dr. Rob made answer quickly, without looking at her: "Miss Gray had a very good journey, and looks as fresh this morning as if she had spent the night in bed. I can see she is a cold-water young lady." "I hope my housekeeper will make her comfortable. Please give orders," said the tired voice; and Garth turned even closer to the wall, as if to end the conversation. Dr. Rob attacked his moustache, and stood looking down at the blue silk shoulder for a minute, silently. Then he turned and spoke to Jane. "Come over to the window, Nurse Gray. I want to show you a special chair we have obtained for Mr. Dalmain, in which he will be most comfortable as soon as he feels inclined to sit up. You see? Here is an adjustable support for the head, if necessary; and these various trays and stands and movable tables can be swung round into any position by a touch. I consider it excellent, and Sir Deryck approved it. Have you seen one of this kind before, Nurse Gray?" "We had one at the hospital, but not quite so complete as this," said Jane. In the stillness of that sunlit chamber, the voice from the bed broke upon them with startling suddenness; and in it was the cry of one lost in an abyss of darkness, but appealing to them with a frantic demand for instant enlightenment. "WHO is in the room?" cried Garth Dalmain. His face was still turned to the wall; but he had raised himself on his left elbow, in an attitude which betokened intent listening. Dr. Mackenzie answered. "No one is in the room, Mr. Dalmain, but myself and Nurse Gray." "There IS some one else in the room!" said Garth violently. "How dare you lie to me! Who was speaking?" Then Jane came quickly to the side of the bed. Her hands were trembling, but her voice was perfectly under control. "It was I who spoke, sir," she said; "Nurse Rosemary Gray. And I feel sure I know why my voice startled you. Dr. Brand warned me it might do so. He said I must not be surprised if you detected a remarkable similarity between my voice and that of a mutual friend of yours and his. He said he had often noticed it." Garth, in his blindness, remained quite still; listening and considering. At length he asked slowly: "Did he say whose voice?" "Yes, for I asked him. He said it was Miss Champion's."