For, from the moment she started, Jane never doubted her ultimate destination,--the room where pain and darkness and despair must be waging so terrible a conflict against the moral courage, the mental sanity, and the instinctive hold on life of the man she loved.
That she was going to him, Jane knew; but she felt utterly unable to arrange how or in what way her going could be managed.

That it was a complicated problem, her common sense told her; though her yearning arms and aching bosom cried out: "O God, is it not simple?
Blind and alone! MY Garth!" But she knew an unbiased judgment, steadier than her own, must solve the problem; and that her surest way to Garth lay through the doctor's consulting-room.

So she telegraphed to Deryck from Paris, and at present her mind saw no further than Wimpole Street.
At Dover she bought a paper, and hastily scanned its pages as she walked along the platform in the wake of the capable porter who had taken possession of her rugs and hand baggage.

In the personal column she found the very paragraph she sought.
"We regret to announce that Mr.Garth Dalmain still lies in a most precarious condition at his house on Deeside, Aberdeenshire, as a result of the shooting accident a fortnight ago.

His sight is hopelessly gone, but the injured parts were progressing favourably, and all fear of brain complications seemed over.