softly:

"His reason has returned."

"And my services, then, are ended," Marian rejoined, looking him
steadily in the face, but not in the least prepared for his affirmative
question:

"You are Genevra Lambert?"

There was a low, gasping sound, and Marian staggered forward a step or
two, then steadying herself, she said:

"And if I am, it surely is not best for him to see me. You would not
advise it?"

She looked wistfully at Morris, the great desire to be recognized, to be
spoken to kindly by the man who once had been her husband overmastering
for a moment all her prudence.

"It would not be best, both for his sake and Katy's," Morris said,
reading her thoughts aright, and with a moan like the dying out of her
last hope, Marian turned away, her eyes dim with tears and her heart
heavy with a sense of something lost, as in the gray dawn of the morning
she went back to her former patients, who hailed her coming with
childish joy, one fair young boy from the Granite hills kissing the hand
which bandaged his poor crushed arm so tenderly, and thanking her that
she had returned to him again.

She had not asked Dr. Grant how much he knew of her story, or where he
had learned it. She was satisfied that he did know it, and she left her
case in his hands, wondering if at any time Wilford had been conscious
of her presence as a nurse, and if he would miss her any. He did miss
her, but he made no comment, and when, as the morning advanced, another
nurse appeared, he said to himself:

"Surely this cannot be Miss Hazelton," but asked no questions of any
kind, and Marian's heart grew heavier when in answer to her inquiry,
Morris said: "He has not mentioned you."

* * * * *

"Mr. J. Cameron, Miss Bell Cameron," were the names on the cards sent to
Dr. Grant late that afternoon, and in a few moments he was with the
father and sister asking so anxiously for Wilford and explaining why
Katy was not with them.

Wilford was sleeping when they entered his room, his face looking so
worn and thin, and his hands folded so helplessly upon his breast, that
with a gush of tears Bell knelt beside him and laying her warm cheek
against his bony one, woke him with her sobs. For a moment he seemed
bewildered, then recognising her, he raised his feeble arm and winding
it about her neck, kissed her more tenderly than he had ever done
before. He had not been demonstrative of his affection for his sisters.
But