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'Very likely,' said Captain Wragge. 'But your never having seen him is no reason why he should not have seen you.'

'When did he see me?'

The captain corked up his doses of truth on the spot without a moment's hesitation. 'Some time ago, my dear. I can't exactly say when.'

'Only once?'

Captain Wragge suddenly saw his way to the administration of another dose. 'Yes,' he said, 'only once.'

She reflected a little. The next question involved the simultaneous expression of two ideas, and the next question cost her an effort.

'He only saw me once,' she said, 'and he only saw me some time ago. How came he to remember me when he found me here?'

'Aha!' said the captain. 'Now you have hit the right nail on the head at last. You can't possibly be more surprised at his remembering you than I am. A word of advice, my dear. When you are well enough to get up and see Mr. Kirke, try how that sharp question of yours sounds in his ears, and insist on his answering it himself.' Slipping out of the dilemma in that characteristically adroit manner, Captain Wragge got briskly on his legs again and took up his hat.

'Wait!' she pleaded. 'I want to ask you—'

'Not another word,' said the captain. 'I have given you quite enough to think of for one day. My time is up, and my gig is waiting for me. I am off, to scour the country as usual. I am off, to cultivate the field of public indigestion with the triple plowshare of aloes, scammony and gamboge.' He stopped and turned round at the door. 'By-the-by, a message from my unfortunate wife. If you will allow her to come and see you again, Mrs. Wragge solemnly promises not to lose her shoe next time. I don't believe her. What do you say? May she come?'

'Yes; whenever she likes,' said Magdalen. 'If I ever get well again, may poor Mrs. Wragge come and stay with me?'

'Certainly, my dear. If you have no objection, I will provide her beforehand with a few thousand impressions in red, blue, and yellow of her own portrait ('You might have blown this patient away with a feather before she took the Pill. Look at her now!'). She is sure to drop herself about perpetually wherever she goes, and the most gratifying results, in an advertising point of view, must inevitably follow. Don't think me mercenary—I merely understand the age I live in.' He stopped on his way out, for the second time, and turned round once more at the door. 'You have been a remarkably good girl,' he said, 'and you deserve to be rewarded for it. I'll give you a last piece of information before I go. Have you heard anybody inquiring after you, for the last day or two, outside your door? Ah! I see you have. A word in your ear, my dear. That's Mr. Kirke.' He tripped away from the bedside as briskly as ever. Magdalen heard him advertising himself to the nurse before he closed the door. 'If you are ever asked about it,' he said, in a confidential whisper, 'the name is Wragge, and the Pill is to be had in neat boxes, price thirteen pence half-penny, government stamp included. Take a few copies of the portrait of a female patient, whom you might have blown away with a feather before she took the Pill, and whom you are simply requested to contemplate now. Many thanks. Good-morning.'

The door closed and Magdalen was alone again. She felt no sense of solitude; Captain Wragge had left her with something new to think of. Hour after hour her mind dwelt wonderingly on Mr. Kirke, until the evening came, and she heard his voice again through the half-opened door.

'I am very grateful,' she said to him, before the nurse could answer his inquiries—'very, very grateful for all your goodness to me.'

'Try to get well,' he replied, kindly. 'You will more than reward me, if you try to get well.'

The next morning Mr. Merrick found her impatient to leave her bed, and be moved to the sofa in the front room. The doctor said he supposed she wanted a change. 'Yes,' she replied; 'I want to see Mr. Kirke.' The doctor consented to move her on the next day, but he positively forbade the additional excitement of seeing anybody until the day after. She attempted a remonstrance—Mr. Merrick was impenetrable. She tried, when he was gone, to win the nurse by persuasion—the nurse was impenetrable, too.

On the next day they wrapped her in shawls, and carried her in to the sofa, and made her a little bed on it. On the table near at hand were some flowers and a number of an illustrated paper. She immediately asked who had put them there. The nurse (failing to notice a warning look from the doctor) said Mr. Kirke had thought that she might like the flowers, and that the pictures in the paper might amuse her. After that reply, her anxiety to see Mr. Kirke became too ungovernable to be trifled with. The doctor left the room at once to fetch him.

She looked eagerly at the opening door. Her first glance at him as he came in raised a doubt in her mind whether she now saw that tall figure and that open sun-burned face for the first time. But she was too weak and too agitated to follow her recollections as far back as Aldborough. She resigned the attempt, and only looked at him. He stopped at the foot of the sofa and said a few cheering words. She beckoned to him to come nearer, and offered him her wasted hand. He tenderly took it in his, and sat down by her. They were both silent. His face told her of the sorrow and the sympathy which his silence would fain have concealed. She still held his hand— consciously now—as persistently as she had held it on the day when he found her. Her eyes closed, after a vain effort to speak to him, and the tears rolled slowly over her wan white cheeks.

The doctor signed to Kirke to wait and give her time. She recovered a little and looked at him. 'How kind you have been to me!' she murmured. 'And how little I have deserved it!'

'Hush! hush!' he said. 'You don't know what a happiness it was to me to help you.'

The sound of his voice seemed to strengthen her, and to give her courage. She lay looking at him with an eager interest, with a gratitude which artlessly ignored all the conventional restraints that interpose between a woman and a man. 'Where did you see me,' she said, suddenly, 'before you found me here?'

Kirke hesitated. Mr. Merrick came to his assistance.

'I forbid you to say a word about the past to Mr. Kirke,' interposed the doctor; 'and I forbid Mr. Kirke to say a word about it to you. You are beginning a new life to-day, and the only recollections I sanction are recollections five minutes old.'

She looked at the doctor and smiled. 'I must ask him one question,' she said, and turned back again to Kirke. 'Is it true that you had only seen me once before you came to this house?'

'Quite true!' He made the reply with a sudden change of color which she instantly detected. Her brightening