hat the rays of
the lamp fell bright and full upon Ruth's countenance, as she stood
with her crimson lips parted with the hurrying breath, and the
fever-flush brilliant on her cheeks. Her eyes were wide open, and
their pupils distended. She looked on the invalid in silence, and
hardly understood why Mr Davis had summoned her there.

"Don't you see the change? He is better!--the crisis is past!"

But she did not speak; her looks were riveted on his softly-unclosing
eyes, which met hers as they opened languidly. She could not stir
or speak. She was held fast by that gaze of his, in which a faint
recognition dawned, and grew to strength.

He murmured some words. They strained their sense to hear. He
repeated them even lower than before; but this time they caught what
he was saying.

"Where are the water-lilies? Where are the lilies in her hair?"

Mr Davis drew Ruth away.

"He is still rambling," said he, "but the fever has left him."

The grey dawn was now filling the room with its cold light; was it
that made Ruth's cheek so deadly pale? Could that call out the wild
entreaty of her look, as if imploring help against some cruel foe
that held her fast, and was wrestling with her Spirit of Life? She
held Mr Davis's arm. If she had let it go, she would have fallen.

"Take me home," she said, and fainted dead away.

Mr Davis carried her out of the chamber, and sent the groom to keep
watch by his master. He ordered a fly to convey her to Mr Benson's,
and lifted her in when it came, for she was still half unconscious.
It was he who carried her upstairs to her room, where Miss Benson and
Sally undressed and laid her in her bed.

He awaited their proceedings in Mr Benson's study. When Mr Benson
came in, Mr Davis said:

"Don't blame me. Don't add to my self-reproach. I have killed her. I
was a cruel fool to let her go. Don't speak to me."

"It may not be so bad," said Mr Benson, himself needing comfort in
that shock. "She may recover. She surely will recover. I believe she
will."

"No, no! she won't. But by ---- she shall, if I can save her." Mr
Davis looked defiantly at Mr Benson, as if he were Fate. "I tell you
she shall recover, or else I am a murderer. What business had I to
take her to nurse him--"

He was cut short by Sally's entrance and announcement that Ruth was
now prepared to see him.

From that time forward Mr Davis devoted all his leisure, his skill,
his energy, to save her. He called on the rival s