But not he! Just charming friendships, and wedded to his art.

And now, as Lady Ingleby, says, he lies in the dark, helpless and alone." "Oh, do talk of something else!" cried the girl, pushing back her chair and rising.

"I want to forget it.

It's too horribly sad.

Fancy what it must be to wake up and not know whether it is day or night, and to have to lie in the dark and wonder.