She smiled when Mrs.Ormonde came at length and kissed her forehead.
'Better this morning ?' 'Much better, I think, Mrs.Ormonde.But I can't lift my arm--it's so heavy.' The doctor came late in the morning.

He was agreeably surprised at the course things were taking.

But Thyrza was forbidden to speak, and for much of the day she relapsed into an apathetic, scarcely conscious state.

Mrs.Ormonde had preferred not to leave her the evening before, and had explained by telegram her failure to keep her appointment with Mrs.Emerson.

To-night she visited her friends by Regent's Park.