"Good! Send me a trustworthy man-servant who can help to move and support the patient, and we can get to work. I left a few necessary appliances in your hall--I should like them brought into this room--and then--" here he took her hand and pressed it kindly--"you can leave us to our task, and take some rest. You must be very tired." "I am never tired"--she answered, gently--"I thank you in advance for all you are going to do!" She left the room then, with one backward glance at the inert stiff figure on the bed,--and went to arrange matters with her household that the Professor's instructions should be strictly carried out. Lady Kingswood, deeply interested, heard her giving certain orders and asked-- "There is hope then? These two poor creatures will live?" "I think so"--answered Morgana, with a thrill of sadness in her sweet voice--"They will live--pray God their lives may be worth living!" She watched the man-servant whom she had chosen to wait on Ardini depart on his errand--she saw him open the door of the room where Seaton lay, and shut it--then there was a silence. Oppressed by a sudden heaviness of heart she thought of Manella, and entered her apartment softly to see how she fared. The girl's beautiful dark eyes were wide open and full of the light of life and consciousness. She smiled and stretched out her arms. "It is my angel!" she murmured faintly--"My little white angel who came to me in the darkness! And this is Heaven!" Swiftly and silently Morgana went to her side, and taking her outstretched arms put them round her own neck. "Manella!" she said, tenderly--"Dear, beautiful Manella! Do you know me?" The great loving eyes rested on her with glowing warmth and pleasure. "Indeed I know you!" and Manella's voice, weak as that of a sick child, sounded ever so far away--"The little white lady of my dreams! Oh, I have wanted you!--wanted you so much! Why did you not come back sooner?" Afraid to trouble her brain by the sudden shock of too rapidly recurring memories, Morgana made no reply, but merely soothed her with tender caresses, when all at once she made a violent struggle to rise from the bed. "I must go!" she cried--"He is calling me! I must follow him--yes, even if he kills me for it--he is in danger!" Morgana held her close and firmly. "Hush, hush, dear!" she murmured--"Be quite still! He is safe--believe me! He is near you--in the next room!--out of all danger."