lied. "I took off the shade and laid
it down, and then when I looked up I could distinctly see the lamp."

"Immediately the shade was removed?"

"No," she answered, "not just immediately. You see, I was looking at
the floor, which is so dark, of course, that you couldn't see it in
the ordinary way. Then as soon as I looked up I could see the lamp.
For a moment I thought it was my imagination, but when I found I could
see Ron stooping over the developing-dish I knew that I was all right
again."

"This is very extraordinary, you know," said Garnesk. "Can you count
the bottles on the middle shelf?"

"Oh, yes!" laughed Myra, "I can make them out distinctly. Of course, I
know pretty well what they are, but in any case I could easily
describe them to you if I'd never seen them before."

"What have I got in my hand?" the specialist queried, holding his arm
out.

"A pair of nail-clippers," Myra declared emphatically, and Garnesk
laughed.

"Well," he said, "you can obviously see it pretty well; but, as a
matter of fact, it's a cigar-cutter."

"Oh! well, you see," the girl explained airily, "I always put
necessity before luxury!"

So then the oculist made her sit down again and questioned and
cross-questioned her at considerable length.

"I'm puzzled, but delighted," he admitted finally. "It's strange, but
it is at the same time decidedly hopeful."

"I suppose it means that she will always be able to see in a red light
at any rate?" I suggested.

"Probably it does," he agreed, "and, of course, her sight may be
completely restored. There is also a middle course; she may be able to
see perfectly after a course of treatment in red light. I will get her
a pair of red glasses made at once. We can see how that goes. But I
feel that it would be advisable to introduce her to daylight in
gradual stages, in case of any risk."

"Oh, if we could only find poor old Sholto!" Myra exclaimed eagerly.
Garnesk turned to her with a look of frank admiration.

"You're a lucky young dog, Ewart," he whispered to me, "by Jove you
are!"

So Myra graciously, but a little regretfully I think, placed herself
in the hands of the young specialist and replaced her shade. Then we
left the dark-room, allowing the films to develop out on the floor,
and went downstairs. We took her out on to the verandah and removed
the shade for a moment, but the chill air of the highland night made
her eyes smart after their unaccustomed imprisonment, and we