s the doctor stepped to the side of the room and pressed an
electric button.

"You can go to your room at once, Miss Ellicott," the doctor went on.
"One of the maids will conduct you. Your meals will be served there, or
you can eat in the large dining-room, as you prefer. There are only
twenty other patients. Some of them you might find very agreeable. Make
yourself thoroughly at home. There are many excellent books in the
library, and you will perhaps wish to walk in the grounds, or visit your
friends in the city. The nature of your case is such that no particular
regimen, no rules of health are necessary. Remember, however, that we
close the gates of the park at sundown. I will see you again, this
evening, and bring you some medicine. It is merely a sedative, to quiet
your nerves. It is not possible to do much for complaints such as yours,
by means of drugs." He turned, as a quiet, pleasant-faced woman opened
the door. "Anna," he said to her in German, "conduct Miss Ellicott to
her room, and make her comfortable."

Not wishing to endure the ordeal of dining with strangers, Grace decided
to have her dinner served in her room. She found it excellent, and very
well cooked. After dinner she sat in an easy chair by the large electric
lamp and read a book she had brought with her.

At ten o'clock Dr. Hartmann came in, and asked her a few more questions,
gave the nurse a small bottle containing a dark brown liquid and
instructed her as to administering it, then said good-night and went
out. Grace threw down her book, and announced that she was ready to
retire. The maid assisted her to undress, gave her a few drops of the
medicine in a small glass of sherry, put out the light, and departed,
informing Grace that she would be in the hall, within call, if the
latter wished anything.

In spite of the medicine which she had taken, Grace was far too nervous
and excited to fall asleep. She realized the daring nature of the game
she had been called upon to play, and for a moment her spirits sank and
she felt a sense of fear. Thoughts of Richard, however, soon restored
her courage. She would face any danger to serve him. How different from
what she had imagined, was this, her first night of married life!
Instead of lying in Richard's arms, on board the steamer bound for
America, here she was, a patient in a sanatorium in Brussels. The thing
seemed unreal--impossible.

After a while, the noises of the house ceased one by one. As m