The beam which lay across the bed had been no brighter than her eye during that first tremulous instant of renewed life.

But the clouds fell speedily and very human feelings peered from between those lids as she murmured, half petulantly: "Why do you look at me so?
Oh, I remember, I remember!" And a flush, of which they little thought her weakened heart capable, spread over her features, hiding the scar and shaming her white lips.
"What's the matter ?" she complained again, as she tried to raise her hands, possibly to hide her face.

"I cannot move as I used to do, and I feel--I feel--" "You have been ill," came soothingly from the doctor.

"You have been in bed many days; now you are better and will soon be well.

This is your nurse." He said nothing of the others, who were so placed behind screens as to be invisible to her.
She continued to gaze, first at one, then at the other; confidently at the doctor, doubtfully at the nurse.