I can only wait with what patience I can till I see her again.

But to that end I can do nothing.

I know absolutely nothing about her--not even her name.

Patience! RUPERT'S JOURNAL--_Continued_.
_April_ 16, 1907.
The only relief I have had from the haunting anxiety regarding the Lady of the Shroud has been in the troubled state of my adopted country.
There has evidently been something up which I have not been allowed to know.

The mountaineers are troubled and restless; are wandering about, singly and in parties, and holding meetings in strange places.