"I am sorry I lost my temper," she said with the simplicity of a child.

"But you don't know how hard it is to be deceived when you are blind." She stooped as she said those words, and passed her handkerchief lightly over his forehead.

"Doctor," she asked, "will this happen again ?" "I hope not." "Are you sure not ?" "I can't say that." "What has brought it on ?" "I am afraid the blow he received on the head has brought it on." She asked no more questions; her eager face passed suddenly into a state of repose.

Something seemed to have come into her mind--after the doctor's answer to her own question--which absorbed her in herself.

When Oscar recovered his consciousness, she left it to me to answer the first natural questions which he put.