I looked round at Madame Fontaine.
She smiled again; my utter bewilderment seemed to amuse her.

"He is left entirely to me, David," she said, looking tenderly at her patient.

"Go downstairs and see Mr.Engelman.There must be no talking here." She lightly wiped the perspiration from his forehead; lightly laid her fingers on his pulse--then reclined in the easy chair, with her eyes fixed in silent interest on the sleeping man.

She was the very ideal of the nurse with fine feelings and tender hands, contemplated by Doctor Dormann when I had last seen him.

Any stranger looking into the room at that moment would have said, "What a charming picture! What a devoted wife!".