ed away from her wishes; she now loathed as
well as feared Meyer Isaacson, and she had a cruelly complete influence
over her husband. And even any secret fear could not hold her animus
against the man who understood her wholly in check. Like the mole, she
must work in the dark. She could not help it.

What she had said of him to Nigel, between his first and his second
visits to the _Loulia_, Isaacson did not know. Indeed, he scarcely cared
to know. It was not difficult to divine how she had used her influence.
Isaacson could almost hear her reciting the catalogue of his misdeeds
against herself, could almost see her eyes as she murmured the
insinuations which doubtless the sick man had believed--because in his
condition he must believe almost anything she persistently told him.

Yet at a word from her he had agreed to accept all the ministrations of
his friend, which at another word he had been willing to repel.

The fact was that secretly he was crying out for the powerful hand to
save him from the abyss. And he believed in Isaacson as a doctor,
however much he now resented Isaacson's mistrust, no longer to be
doubted, of the woman his chivalry had lifted to a throne.

He received Isaacson with an odd mixture of thankfulness and reserve,
put himself into the doctor's hands with almost a boy's confidence, but
kept himself free, with a determination that in the circumstances was
touching, however pitiful, from the stretched-out hands of the friend.

And Isaacson felt swiftly that though one contest was ended, and ended
as he desired, another contest was at its beginning, a silent battle of
influences about this good fellow, who, by his very virtue, had fallen
so low.

But the doctor must come first. That coming might clear the ground for
the friend. And so Isaacson, in the beginning, met Nigel's new reserve
with another reserve, very unself-conscious apparently, very
businesslike, practical, and, above all things, very calm.

Isaacson radiated calm.

He found his patient that first morning weary after another bad night,
induced partly by the draught which had sent him to sleep in daylight,
and this very conscious and physical misery, acting upon the mind,
played into the Doctor's hands. He was able without difficulty to make a
minute examination of the case. The patient, though so reserved at first
in his manner, putting a barrier between himself and Isaacson, was
almost pathetically talkative directly the conver