Dead, gone out of life in her maiden bloom, so beautiful, so innocent and ignorant, wronged irretrievably by a woman without a heart--a handsome creature, wicked enough to sell a young, immortal soul to ruin for a handful of sordid gold! Bitter, sorrowful, indignant were his meditations while he lay there, with his hand before his face, watched furtively by the big, ugly Mima, who, with all her rough ways, was a skillful and tender nurse, having spent four years of her life caring for wounded soldiers in an army hospital. She moved nearer to him at last, and said, uneasily: "Best not to take it so hard, sir. The girl's gone to a better place than this wicked world, where she never saw one happy day. You'll make yourself worse, taking on like this, and it can't do any good to the dead, so cheer up and think of getting well as fast as you can, and out of this lonesome place." He looked curiously at the hard, homely face as she spoke, for she had been shy and taciturn heretofore, wasting few words upon her patient. She had told him that he was in a private hospital, and he had not doubted the assertion, although, as days passed by, it seemed strange to him that he saw no face but hers about him. Another thing that puzzled him was, that it seemed always night in his room--the curtains drawn and the lamp burning. When he spoke of this to Mima, she answered abruptly that he slept all day and lay awake all night. "And I never see the doctor when he comes to visit me," he added. "You are always asleep when he pays his midday visit," she replied. In the languor and pain of his illness he accepted all her statements in good faith, although chafing against his forced detention, and wondering what his publishers and his home folks would think of his strange silence. He had resolved only this morning that he would ask Carmontelle to write to them for him to say that he was sick--not wounded--only sick. Now he looked fixedly at his strange, grim nurse, and said, sternly: "Never admit that woman, that fiend rather, into my presence again. Do you understand me?" "Yes, sir," Mima replied, soothingly; and he continued, anxiously: "Now, tell me, has any one called to see me since I was brought to this hospital? I mean, except that woman, Madame Lorraine?" "Lord, yes, sir; several gentlemen that said they was from the Jockey Club, and friends of yours. But the doctor's orders was strict not to admit anybody." "How came Madame Lorraine to get admittance, then?" with a very black frown. "Lord, sir, she wheedled the doctor with her pretty face!" He frowned again, and said, peremptorily: "When the doctor comes in again, you must awaken me if I am asleep. I must speak to him." "Yes, sir," meekly.