As she did so, the flush faded and gave way to an anxious, troubled expression.

Not just the expression anticipated by those who believed that, with returning consciousness, would come returning memory of the mysterious scene which had taken place between herself and sister, or between her sister and her brother, prior to Adelaide's departure for The Whispering Pines.

Had they shared my knowledge--had they even so much as dreamed that their patient had been the companion of one or both of the others in this tragic escapade--how much greater would have been their wonder at the character of this awakening.
"You have the same kind look for me as always," were her next words, as her glance finally settled on the doctor.

"But hers--Bring me the mirror," she cried.

"Let me see with my own eyes what I have now to expect from every one who looks at me.