The poor fellow was unfortunately unconscious, but our friend will at least be able to report that he was in good hands and well cared for." "Unconscious," Mrs.Fentolin repeated.

"I thought that he was better." "One is always subject to those slight relapses in an affair of concussion," Mr.Fentolin explained.
Mrs.Fentolin laid down her work and leaned a little towards her brother-in-law.

Her hand rested upon his.

Her voice had fallen to a whisper.
"Miles," she said, "forgive me, but are you sure that you are not getting a little out of your depth?
Remember that there are some risks which are not worth while." "Quite true," he answered.

"And there are some risks, my dear Florence, which are worth every drop of blood in a man's body, and every breath of life.