out that girl who jilted him?" Honor
asked with embarrassment. Joyce had failed to grasp the full
significance of Dalton's unhappy experience, and Honor had accordingly
derived a wrong impression.

"Only that he loathes her now. That she killed his soul!--which is
absurd, seeing that the soul is immortal."

"It can therefore be resurrected."

How, and in which way, Honor had not the slightest idea, but her heart
instead of recoiling from the sinner after all she had heard, warmed
with sympathy towards him. She could not help a feeling of pity and
tolerance for the unfortunate victim of deception who through
disillusionment and wounded pride, had gone astray.

When Honor returned home, it was to hear that her mother had gone over
to the doctor's bungalow to nurse the patient till professional nurses
should arrive; and had left word that her daughter should follow her.

"We have to do our 'duty to our neighbour' no matter how much we may
disapprove of him and as no one in the Station is capable of tending the
sick with patience and intelligence, I must do it with your help."

So Honor superintended the making of beef-tea for the sick-room, fetched
and carried, ran messages, and made herself generally useful, much to
Tommy's disgust. It was hateful to him that a man so generally disliked
as the Civil Surgeon, should be tenderly cared for by the women he had
systematically slighted.

"I don't see it at all," he grumbled to Honor when he caught her on the
road on her way home for dinner. "Surely his servants could do what is
necessary till the nurses arrive?"

"The least little neglect might cost him his life, Tommy."

"It wouldn't be your fault. For weeks the fellow has not gone near your
people."

"Would you have us punish him for that by letting him die of neglect?"

"It is no business of mine, of course."

Honor quite agreed with him, but softened her reproof with a demand for
his help. "At any rate, it is everyone's duty to lend a helping hand in
times of trouble. We want a message sent to the doctor-_babu_ at the
government dispensary, and it is a mercy I have met you." She gave him a
list of the things required by the local Railway doctor who was in
charge of the case, and Tommy cycled away, obliged to content himself
with the joy of serving her whenever and wherever possible.

That evening, while Honor was left on guard at Dalton's bedside to see
that he made no attempt in his delirium to rise, she exp