’No,’ was the peremptory answer. ’No one. Every half hour of a sleep like that is worth its weight in gold—well, that’s a muddle, but you know what I mean. It’s worth a cart-load of gold, anyway. I hope she’ll go on for twenty-four hours, or thirty-six, for the matter of that. Oh, I can tell you it is quite refreshing to look at her—talk about the sleep of an infant!—you never saw an infant sleeping as deep and sound as that; and I shouldn’t wonder now if her temperature were down another degree by midnight.’ But he saw that Mr. Hodson was still terribly agitated. ’Well, sir, would you like to go in and see her for a moment? I have told the nurse to leave the door half an inch open, and there’s a screen to keep off the draught; I dare say we can slip in without disturbing her.’ And so it was that Mr. Hodson saw his daughter again—not with flushed cheeks and dilated eye, but lying still and calm, a very weight of sleep appearing to rest on her eyelids. And when he came out of the room again, he pressed the young man’s hand—it was a message of thanks too deep for words. All that night she slept; and all next day she slept, without a moment’s intermission. When, at length, she opened her eyes, and stirred a little, Emma Kerfoot was by the bedside in an instant. ’Dear Carry!’ she said. ’Do you want anything?’ She shook her head slightly; she was excessively weak; but the look in her eyes was one of calm intelligence; it was clear that the delirium had left her. ’Do you know that your father is here?’ ’Why?’ she managed to say. ’Because you have been so ill! Don’t you know? Don’t you recollect?’ ’Yes—I know, a little,’ she said. ’Where is Jack Huysen?’ ’He is here in the hotel too. Oh, how glad they will all be to hear that you are quite yourself again. And I must go and tell them, as soon as nurse comes; for, you know, you’ll have a long pull before you, Carry; and if you don’t get quite well again not one of us will ever forgive ourselves for bringing you to Lake George. And there’s Jack Huysen, poor fellow, he has just been distracted; and all the time you were ill you never had a word for him—though he used to haunt the passage outside just like a ghost—well, well, you’ll have to make it up to him.’ At this moment the nurse appeared, and Miss Kerfoot was free to depart on her joyful errand. Of course, she was for summoning everybody—and Jack Huysen among the rest; but the doctors interposed; their patient must be kept perfectly quiet; in the meantime no one but her father was to have access to her room.