Then she drew a low chair up to the bedside, and laid her cool hand soothingly on Phebe's forehead.

A great peace seemed suddenly to fill the room.
"Now, my darling, you must sleep.

Between them they have quite worn you out." "Who told you I needed you ?" asked Phebe, drawing the gentle hand down to her lips.

"How did you happen to come just when I wanted you so ?" "Denham sent me over," answered Soeur Angelique.

"He thought perhaps I could make it a little quieter for you." "Ah," murmured Phebe.