d perhaps been dreaming, she fancied that her mother was
still alive, and repeated the long-forgotten talk of her childhood.
"What have I said to distress you?" she asked wonderingly, when she
found Teresa crying.

Soon after sunrise, there came a long interval of repose.

At the later time when Benjulia arrived, she was quiet and
uncomplaining. The change for the worse which had induced Teresa to
insist on sending for him, was perversely absent. Mr. Null expected to
be roughly rebuked for having disturbed the great man by a false alarm.
He attempted to explain: and Teresa attempted to explain. Benjulia
paid not the slightest attention to either of them. He made no angry
remarks--and he showed, in his own impenetrable way, as gratifying an
interest in the case as ever.

"Draw up the blind," he said; "I want to have a good look at her."

Mr. Null waited respectfully, and imposed strict silence on Teresa,
while the investigation was going on. It lasted so long that he ventured
to say, "Do you see anything particular, sir?"

Benjulia saw his doubts cleared up: time (as he had anticipated)
had brought development with it, and had enabled him to arrive at a
conclusion. The shock that had struck Carmina had produced complicated
hysterical disturbance, which was now beginning to simulate paralysis.
Benjulia's profound and practised observation detected a trifling
inequality in the size of the pupils of the eyes, and a slightly unequal
action on either side of the face--delicately presented in the eyelids,
the nostrils, and the lips. Here was no common affection of the brain,
which even Mr. Null could understand! Here, at last, was Benjulia's
reward for sacrificing the precious hours which might otherwise have
been employed in the laboratory! From that day, Carmina was destined to
receive unknown honour: she was to take her place, along with the other
animals, in his note-book of experiments.

He turned quietly to Mr. Null, and finished the consultation in two
words.

"All right!"

"Have you nothing to suggest, sir?" Mr. Null inquired.

"Go on with the treatment--and draw down the blind, if she complains of
the light. Good-day!"

"Are you sure he's a great doctor?" said Teresa, when the door had
closed on him.

"The greatest we have!" cried Mr. Null with enthusiasm.

"Is he a good man?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I want to know if we can trust him to tell us the truth?"

"Not a doubt of it!" (Who could doubt it, i