Entering a beautiful room glowing with light and warmth and colour, he saw, lying on a bed and slightly propped up by pillows, a lovely girl, pale as ivory, with dark hair loosely braided on either side of her head.

Her eyes were closed, and the long black lashes swept the cheeks in a curved fringe,--the lips were faintly red, and the breath parted them slowly and reluctantly.
The Professor bent over her and listened,--her heart beat slowly but regularly,--he felt her pulse.
"She will live!"-- he said--"There are no injuries ?" "None"-- Morgana replied, as he put his questions--"Some few bruises--but no bones broken--nothing serious." "You have examined her ?" "Yes." "You have no nurses ?" "No.

I and my house people are sufficient." Her tone became slightly peremptory.

"There is no need for outside interference.

Whatever your orders are, they shall be carried out." He looked at her.