"Lady, I am very impatient to hear your history, but I am your

physician, and must first consider your health. You have been

sufficiently excited for one day; it is late; take your tea and retire

early to bed. To-morrow morning, after I have visited the wards and you

have taken your breakfast, I will come, and you shall tell me the story

of your life."

"I will do whatever you think best," said the lady.

Traverse lifted her hand to his lips, bowed, and retreated from the

cell.

That same night Traverse wrote to his friend, Herbert Greyson, in

Mexico, and to his mother and Clara, describing his interesting

patient, though as yet he could tell but little of her, not even in

fact her real name, but promising fuller particulars next time, and

declaring his intention of bringing her home for the present to their

house.




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