ome over to say good-bye; for, I regret to say, she too
is about to leave us to join her brother at Calcutta."

A sickly paleness spread itself over Conway's cheeks, and he muttered,
"I must see her--I must speak with her at once."

"So you shall, my poor fellow," said the other, affectionately; "and I
know of no such recompense for wounds and suffering as to see her gentle
smile and hear her soft voice. She shall come to you immediately."

Conway covered his face with his hand, to conceal the emotion that
stirred him, and heard no more. Nor was he conscious that, one by one,
the persons around him slipped noiselessly from the room, while into the
seat beside his bed glided a young girl's figure, dressed in deep black,
and veiled.

"Such a fate!" muttered he, half aloud. "All this, that they call my
good fortune, comes exactly when I do not care for it."

"And why so?" asked a low, soft voice, almost in his very ear.

"Is this, indeed, you?" cried he, eagerly. "Was it _your_ hand I felt on
my temples as I lay wounded outside the trenches? Was it your voice that
cheered me as they carried me to the rear?"

She slightly bent her head in assent, and murmured, "Your old comrade's
sister could not do less."

"And now you are about to leave me," said he, with an overwhelming
sorrow in the tone.

She turned away her head slightly, and made no answer.

"I, who am utterly alone here," said he, in a broken voice. "Is this,
too, like my old comrade's sister?" There was a peevishness in the way
he spoke this of which he seemed himself to be ashamed the moment the
words were uttered; and he quickly added, "What a fellow I am to say
this to you!--you, who have done so much for me,--you, who promised to
be a daughter to my poor mother when I am gone!"

"But you are not to take this gloomy view," said she, hastily; "the
surgeons all pronounce you better; they agree that your wounds
progress favorably, and that, in a week or two, you may be removed to
Constantinople, and thence to England."

He gave a faint, sickly smile of most melancholy meaning.

"And what will not the cheery, bracing air of those Welsh mountains do,
aided by the kind care of that best of nurses, a fond mother?"

"And where will you be by that time?" asked he, eagerly.

"Journeying away eastward to some far-away land, still more friendless!"
said she, sadly.

"This, then, is the sum of all my good fortune, that when life opens
fairly for me, it sha