er
dark eyes and hair, and ivory pale skin. As Morgana entered the room
she smiled, her small even teeth gleaming like tiny pearls in the faint
rose of her pretty mouth, and stretched out her hand.

"What has he said to you?" she asked--"Tell me! Is he not glad to see
you?--to know he is with you?--safe with you in your home?"

Morgana sat down beside her.

"Dear Manella"--she answered, gently and with tenderest pity--"He does
not know me. He knows nothing! He speaks a few words,--but he has no
consciousness of what he is saying."

Manella looked at her wonderingly--

"Ah, that is because he is not himself yet"--she said--"The crash of
the rocks--the pouring of the flood--this was enough to kill him--but
he will recover in a little while and he will know you!--yes, he will
know you, and he will thank God for life to see you!"

Her unselfish joy in the idea that the man she loved would soon
recognise the woman he preferred to herself, was profoundly touching,
and Morgana kissed the hand she held.

"Dear, I am afraid he will never know anything more in this world"--she
said, sorrowfully--"Neither man nor woman! Nor can he thank God for a
life which will be long, living death! Unless YOU can help him!"

"I?" and Manella's eyes dilated with brilliant eagerness; "I will give
my life for his! What can I do?"

And then, with patient slowness and gentleness, little by little,
Morgana told her all. Lady Kingswood, sitting in an arm-chair near the
window, worked at her embroidery, furtive tears dropping now and again
on the delicate pattern, as she heard the details of the tragic verdict
given by one of Europe's greatest medical scientists on the
hopelessness of ever repairing the damage wrought by the shock which
had shaken a powerful brain into ruins. But it was wonderful to watch
Manella's face as she listened. Sorrow, pity, tenderness, love, all in
turn flashed their heavenly radiance in her eyes and intensified her
beauty, and when she had heard all, she smiled as some lovely angel
might smile on a repentant soul. Her whole frame seemed to vibrate with
a passion of unselfish emotion.

"He will be my care!" she said--"The good God has heard my prayers and
given him to me to be all mine!" She clasped her hands in a kind of
ecstasy, "My life is for him and him alone! He will be my little
child!--this big, strong, poor broken man!--and I will nurse him back
to himself,--I will watch for every little sign of hope!--he