Ah, how her treacherous heart pleaded for him! Can you drive him away from you after this?
You, who love him, what does your cold-blooded prudence say, when you look at him now?
She felt herself drawn, roughly and suddenly, back into the passage.
The door was closed; the doctor was whispering to her.

"Hold up, Miss! I expected better things of you.

Come! come!--no fainting.

You'll find him a different man to-morrow.

Pay us a visit, and judge for yourself." After what she had suffered, Iris hungered for sympathy.