A smart brougham drove up just then and a tall woman, who wore a thick veil, got out and entered the vestibule where Bamberger was standing by the open door.

The doorkeeper evidently knew her, for he glanced at his notes and spoke without being questioned.
'The young gentleman is doing well this week, my lady,' he said.
'Sleeps from three to four hours at a time.

Is less excited.

Appetite improving.' 'Can I see him ?' asked a sad and gentle voice through the veil.
'Not yet, my lady.' She sighed as she turned to go out, and Mr.Bamberger thought it was one of the saddest sighs he had ever heard.

He was rather a soft-hearted man.
'Is it her son ?' he asked, in a respectful sort of way.
'Yes, sir.' 'Drink ?' inquired Mr.Bamberger in the same tone.
'Not allowed to give any information except to family or friends, sir,' answered the man.