The fever was so slight, why did she not rally from it?
How was it credible she could fail so rapidly and so causelessly?
And Mrs.Whittridge sat by with despair in her heart.
One day, late in the afternoon, as she sat so watching, Phebe suddenly opened her eyes.

"Will you call him, please?
I hear him." "Who?
Denham ?" asked Soeur Angelique, with quick intuition.

A finer ear than hers had caught the light step and low voice in the narrow hall below.
"Yes, Denham," said Phebe, softly.

"Denham.

I want to see him." It pleased her to say his name so.