She clasped her hands together. "Oh, Dr. Duncan!" she cried imploringly, "let me see her sometimes. I must be vile in her sight, and you too must hate me, though you speak so kindly. But I will do you no more harm--you know that. I nearly brought her to ruin; but you need not fear me now. Oh, Dr. Duncan! you do not know how I love her, how my heart yearns after her--you yourself do not love her more. I cannot live much longer--you can see that yourself. Let me see her now and then during the short remainder of my life! For your God's sake be merciful to me; have pity on me and grant me this thing!" "Mrs. King, believe me, when I tell you that I bear you no ill-will whatever, very much the reverse indeed; and Mary has always spoken of you in terms of the deepest affection. If all goes well now, as I fully expect it will, you may come as often as you like to see Mary, and you will be really welcome. I shall be very glad if you will call to-morrow afternoon. By that time I shall have told Mary all; and I think she will be well enough to see you." "Thank you very much, Dr. Duncan!" said Catherine simply, but with a grasp of his hand that fully expressed the depth of her gratitude. "I will go now and I will come again to-morrow afternoon." * * * * * When Mary woke she found her husband sitting by her bedside, with the light of such a great joy in his eyes, that a glad wonder at once came into her own. She felt that some very happy thing must have come to pass, and she raised herself in the bed, and, taking his hand in hers, she gazed expectantly into his face. "Mary, I have some very good news indeed for you," he said gently but very earnestly. "I knew it! I knew it!" she exclaimed, trembling violently. "Mary, can you bear to hear it now?--how do you feel?" "Oh, now--now!" she cried vehemently. "Tell it to me now, at once, before I go away again. Oh! Harry--you don't understand--sometimes the whole world seems to slip away from me. I feel as if my soul was being carried right away into some dark place--and I leave memory and love and everything but sensation behind me--I cannot think then, Harry. Tell me quick, for I can understand now. Tell me at once, or the darkness will come again, and it will be too late!" "My darling! my darling! The darkness will never come to you again. Mary, dear, listen to me. I know your secret, and your enemies can never trouble you more." She passed her hand across her brow several times, then said in a feeble puzzled voice, "You cannot know all, or you would hate me." "I do know all, and I love you more than ever!" he exclaimed passionately as he put his arms about her and kissed her. She hid her head on his breast and sobbed in the fulness of her great joy. "Mary," he continued, "you need no longer fear Susan Riley's plots. She will never molest you again. And who do you think is the friend who has saved us? It is Mrs. King--she is coming to see you to-morrow."