The busily planning little mind that had suddenly taken possession of her could not help her in the larger aspects of her existence.

It would be much simpler, she thought, to die than to attempt life again without Vincent.
She went to the window and looked out at the roofs of neighboring houses, a disordered conglomeration of water-tanks and skylights and chimney-pots.

Then nearer, almost under her feet, she looked into a courtyard of the hospital and saw a pale, emaciated man in a wheel-chair.
She drew back as if it were something indecent.

Would Vincent ever become like that?
she thought.

If so, she would rather he died now under the anesthetic.
A little while later the nurse came in, and said almost sternly that Dr.
Crew had sent her to tell Mrs.Farron that the conditions seemed extremely favorable, and that all immediate danger was over.
"You mean," said Adelaide, fiercely, "that Mr.Farron will live ?" "I certainly inferred that to be the doctor's meaning," answered the nurse.