Dr. May was on his feet even before those brown eyes of Leonard's had
had time to unclose; and as Mary was silently moving to the door, he
made a sign to her to wait.

She stood behind the curtain. 'You are better for your sleep.'

'Yes, thank you--much better.'

The Doctor signed towards a tray, which stood by a spirit-lamp, on a
table in the further corner. Mary silently brought it, and as
quietly obeyed the finger that directed her to cordial and spoon--
well knowing the need--since that unserviceable right arm always made
these operations troublesome to her father.

'Have you been here all night, Dr. May?'

'Yes; and very glad to see you sleeping so well.'

'Thank you.' And there was something that made Mary's eyes dazzle
with tears in the tone of that 'Thank you.' The Doctor held out his
hand for the spoon she had prepared, and there was another 'Thank
you;' then, 'Is Ave there?'

'No, I made her go to bed. She is quite well; but she wanted sleep
sorely.'

'Thank you,' again said the boy; then with a moment's pause, 'Dr.
May, tell me now.'

Mary would have fled as breaking treacherously in upon such tidings;