One thought kept going through her brain: there was, as she had felt, trouble coming for Valmond.

She had the conviction, too, that it was very near.

Her one definite idea was, that she should be able to go to him when that trouble came; that she should not fail him at his great need.

Yet these pains in her body, this alternate exaltation and depression, this pitiful weakness! She must conquer it.

She remembered the hours spent at his bedside; the moments when he was all hers--by virtue of his danger and her own unwavering care of him.