aving
hesitated to wake me.

By that time we had passed into the fresher air of the Mediterranean,
and the sea was delightfully smooth. Galt Roscoe still slept, though his
temperature was high.

My conference with Mrs. Falchion after breakfast was brief, but
satisfactory. I told her frankly that Roscoe had been delirious, that he
had mentioned her name, and that I thought it best to reduce the number
of nurses and watchers. I made my proposition about Justine Caron. She
shook her head a little impatiently, and said that Justine had told her,
and that she was quite willing. Then I asked her if she would not also
assist. She answered immediately that she wished to do so. As if to make
me understand why she did it, she added: "If I did not hear the wild
things he says, some one else would; and the difference is that I
understand them, and the some one else would interpret them with the
genius of the writer of a fairy book."

And so it happened that Mrs. Falchion came to sit many hours a day
beside the sick couch of Galt Roscoe, moistening his lips, cooling his
brow, giving him his medicine. After the first day, when she was,
I thought, alternating between innate disgust of misery and her
womanliness and humanity,--in these days more a reality to me,--she
grew watchful and silently solicitous at every turn of the malady. What
impressed me most was that she was interested and engrossed more, it
seemed, in the malady than in the man himself.

And yet she baffled me even when I had come to this conclusion.

During most of his delirium she remained almost impassive, as if she had
schooled herself to be calm and strong in nerve; but one afternoon she
did a thing that upset all my opinions of her for a moment. Looking
straight at her with staring, unconscious eyes, he half rose in his bed,
and said in a low, bitter tone: "I hate you. I once loved you--but I
hate you now!" Then he laughed scornfully, and fell back on the
pillow. She had been sitting very quietly, musing. His action had been
unexpected, and had broken upon a silence. She rose to her feet quickly,
gave a sharp indrawn breath, and pressed her hand against her side, as
though a sudden pain had seized her. The next moment, however, she was
composed again, and said in explanation that she had been half asleep,
and he had startled her. But I had seen her under what seemed to me more
trying conditions, and she had not shown any nervousness such as this.

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