understand?"

"Yes, Doctor Hapgood."

"The case is a particularly tragic one, such an one as you may encounter
later on in your career. It demands all your sympathy, encouragement, and
patience. Mr. Huntter is as fine a man, as upright a one, as I know, his
ideals and--and present life are above reproach. He is paying a bitter
debt for youthful and ignorant folly. I believed this impossible, but so
it is. I am thankful to say, however, that he has every reason to hope
that the future, after this, is secure. I have chosen you to care for
him, because I know your ability; have heard of your powers of reticence
and cheerfulness. I depend upon you absolutely."

"Thank you, Doctor Hapgood."

Priscilla's face had gone deadly white, but never having heard Huntter's
name before, she was impersonal in her feeling.

"I will do my best."

The days following were days of strain and torture to Priscilla. Her
patient was a man who appealed to her strongly, pathetically. There were
hours when his gloom and depression would almost drag her along to the
depths into which he sank; then again he would beg her to pardon him for
his brutal thoughtlessness.

"Sit there, Miss Glynn," he said one day. "The sunshine is rather
niggardly, but when it rests on your hair--it lasts longer."