"In my own room? Why, it all looks very strange to me! Oh, Lizette, was it all a dream? The yacht--Dorian?" cried the girl eagerly, a warm, pink flush creeping over the pallor of her waxen cheek. "Dearie, you have been ill and your dreams were wild," soothed Lizette. "But you must not talk now. Wait till you take some food." She went out of the little bedroom, and presently stood face to face with a tall, dark, anxious-looking man, who exclaimed: "She has recovered consciousness--I see it in your face!" "She knows me, sir, but I have omitted nothing yet. And you, sir, must be cautious. One sight of your face would frighten her, I think, almost to death." "I shall not intrude upon her yet, Lizette, but as soon as she can bear it, she must know the truth," he answered grimly. Meanwhile, Nita lay with wide-open, wondering eyes. For days everything had been a blank, but now memory was returning with startling rapidity. Lizette entered with a tray of delicate food. "After you have eaten something you may talk a little," she said, and Nita ate with the relish of returning health. "Lizette, do let me talk, for I am so much better," she coaxed. "You say I have been dreaming, but," blushing deeply, "was I not on the yacht? Was I not--married--to--Dorian?" Lizette smiled a gracious assent, and then Nita said quickly: "Why, then, did you call it all a dream?" "Tell me your dreams, dearie," replied the maid taking the little hand and holding it gently in both her own. "It was terrible, Lizette, if it was a dream. I thought there was a storm at night. You were frightened, and ran out of the cabin. You fell down, and I followed to catch you. But a great wave like a mountain rushed over the deck and swept us both into the sea. Lizette, how you tremble. It is terrible even to hear of such a dream, is it not? "Oh, Lizette, how vivid it was for a dream! There we were struggling for life in the dark, tempestuous waves. When you fell you had caught at the rungs of a steamer-chair, and while you clutched it, I clung to your waist. Although I am a good swimmer, I could not help myself in so rough a sea, and it seemed as if death must soon be our portion--death, and it was so cruel to die like that when I had just been wedded to my lover. But we clung to hope, and the great waves tossed us hither and thither like feathers away from the yacht and toward our death, for we knew that no one had witnessed our accident, and even had that happened we could not have been saved in such a terrific storm." "Oh, Miss Nita, you will make yourself worse talking so much!" cried Lizette nervously.