se is no place for her. Give her to
the old nurse!"

Benjulia only answered, as he had answered already--"I'll see to it."
Mr. Gallilee persisted. "Is there any risk in moving her?" he asked.

"It's the least of two risks. No more questions! Look to your wife."

Mr. Gallilee obeyed in silence.

When he lifted his head again, and rose to ring the bell for the maid,
the room was silent and lonely. A little pale frightened face peeped out
through the bedroom door. Zo ventured in. Her father caught her in his
arms, and kissed her as he had never kissed her yet. His eyes were wet
with tears. Zo noticed that he never said a word about mamma. The child
saw the change in her father, as Benjulia had seen it. She shared one
human feeling with her big friend--she, too, was surprised.

CHAPTER XLVI.

THE first signs of reviving life had begun to appear, when Marceline
answered the bell. In a few minutes more, it was possible to raise
Mrs. Gallilee and to place her on the sofa. Having so far assisted the
servant, Mr. Gallilee took Zo by the hand, and drew back. Daunted by the
terrible scene which she had witnessed from her hiding-place, the child
stood by her father's side in silence. The two waited together, watching
Mrs. Gallilee.

She looked wildly round the room. Discovering that she was alone
with the members of her family, she became composed: her mind slowly
recovered its balance. Her first thought was for herself.

"Has that woman disfigured me?" she said to the maid.

Knowing nothing of what had happened, Marceline was at a loss to
understand her. "Bring me a glass," she said. The maid found a
hand-glass in the bedroom, and presented it to her. She looked at
herself--and drew a long breath of relief. That first anxiety at an end,
she spoke to her husband.

"Where is Carmina?"

"Out of the house--thank God!"

The answer seemed to bewilder her: she appealed to Marceline.

"Did he say, thank God?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Can _you_ tell me nothing? Who knows where Carmina has gone?"

"Joseph knows, ma'am. He heard Dr. Benjulia give the address to the
cabman." With that answer, she turned anxiously to her master. "Is Miss
Carmina seriously ill, sir?"

Her mistress spoke again, before Mr. Gallilee could reply. "Marceline!
send Joseph up here."

"No," said Mr. Gallilee.

His wife eyed him with astonishment. "Why not?" she asked.

He said quietly, "I forbid it."

Mrs. Gallilee addressed herself to the mai