Presently the doctor came, and spoke kindly.

"You've had a narrow shave, my friend, and you're not out of the wood yet," said he.
"And you'll have to go slow and take things for granted for some time." Then came Miss Winwood, whom he recognized as the puzzling but pleasant nurse out of uniform.
"I don't know how to thank you for taking me in, a stranger, like this," said Paul.
She smiled.

"It's Providence, not me, that you must thank.

You might have been taken ill by the roadside far away from anybody.

Providence guided you here." "Providence or Destiny," murmured Paul, closing his eyes.