“Yes, easily enough, if we are cautious. Your chamber, fortunately, leads from mine, and there is no other way of reaching it, except by passing through these two rooms. We can keep her there, you can sleep with me, and no one will be the wiser for her presence. I only hope she will not be ill long, and just as soon as she is able to be moved, we will post her off to some place where she will give us no further trouble. I think it is fortunate that she has fallen into our hands in this way,” she added thoughtfully; “she might have had this attack in the doctor’s rooms, and thus betrayed herself to him—you know what the result would have been in that case. I am thankful, too, that madam and Evelyn are away, and know nothing of the affair.” So Salome was put to bed in Miss Rochester’s room, which was the end one of a suite of three, and remote from the living rooms of the villa, and also from the young physician’s apartments, and Mrs. Rochester devoted herself to the care of her. Miss Rochester reported to Dr. Winthrop that Sister Angela, fearing she was going to be seriously ill, had insisted upon returning at once to the convent, where she would have every needful care and attention. The young man was very much disturbed. “She has worn herself out taking care of me. I should have let her go last week when she suggested it,” he said regretfully. Then he added reproachfully, “Why did you not call me when she fainted?—I might have given her something to help her immediately.” “Oh, mamma would not listen to such a proposition—she said you were not strong enough yet to be troubled; besides, she thought she could do everything that was necessary,” answered this glib romancer without the slightest change of color. “Poor Sister Angela!” sighed Dr. Winthrop. “There was something very sweet about her, in spite of her ugly dress. I never saw a gentler or more efficient nurse—we all owe her more than we can ever repay, I shall miss her sadly.” “I hope you will allow me to take her place as far as I can,” Miss Rochester sweetly remarked, and bestowing an appealing glance upon the interesting invalid. “Thank you,” the young man replied. “I suppose I am really able to be without a nurse, although I am not very strong yet, and Norman will be back as soon as he has seen my mother and Evelyn comfortably settled—he ought to be here, I think, by this time to-morrow.” He seemed very anxious, and questioned the girl closely regarding Sister Angela’s attack. But though she made as light of it as possible, and exerted herself to amuse and interest him, he was grave and depressed during the remainder of the day.