sister one afternoon. They had met in a
fashionable store, where Rose was shopping; and standing a little
apart, it had been possible to answer thus Adriana's query, "Why do
you not come to see me, Antony?"

"Why do you permit----"

"Ask me no questions, Yanna. A doctor cannot prevent symptoms, he can
only watch for them, and be ready to fight danger when he sees it. I
am in that position, hour after hour. That is all."

"But it is misery for you."

"Yes; but I am watching for the soul of one I love better than
myself."

"How long is it to last?"

"God knows; to the end of my life, if needs be."

Then Rose called Yanna sharply, and both went to her side. "I am
coming to see you to-morrow, Yanna," she said. "I have something to
tell you, dear," and she spoke with the old bewitching smile; and
Yanna answered:

"Do come, Rose. You have never yet seen my baby."

Then at a word Rose turned to her purchases, and apparently forgot
both her husband and her sister-in-law. Adriana had no heart to buy
what she had come to buy. She passed out into the cold, dirty street,
and drove back at once to her home.

It was fully two weeks before Rose remembered her promise; then she
came suddenly one morning when Harry had gone away "queer" and the
baby was suffering and cross, and the whole house a little affected by
the tone of the heads of it. Rose was also cross, though she was
sumptuously clothed in green velvet and golden beaver. She looked
rather contemptuously round Adriana's parlor. "I wonder you put up
with this house, Yanna," she said. "Harry ought to be ashamed of
himself."

"I am very well pleased with my house, Rose; and very happy in it. You
have grown used to palaces abroad. And Antony is so much richer than
Harry."

"Harry could do better than he does. I do not understand how you
endure his behavior."

"Rose, if you love me, say nothing wrong of Harry."

"He behaves too badly for anything. Mamma says the money he spends is
dreadful! How do you bear it? I am sorry for you!"

"I am not the only one who has to bear. Constantly, I feel sorry for
Antony."

"What do you mean? What has Antony told you? At least Antony is true
as gold to me. I would not suffer a husband like Harry. I would
divorce him. Why, Cora----"

"Rose! You must cease at once, or I must leave you. You have nothing
to do with my husband."

"He is my brother, and the whole town talks of him."

Then Yanna left her sister-in-law, and in