But if you keep on looking as you do at present, no one will believe that there's anything the matter with you .-- Tea, Alphonse!" This to a polite waiter, who was our special attendant, and who just then knocked at the door to know "madame's" orders.
Utterly disbelieving what my friend said in regard to my improved appearance, I rose from the bed and went to the dressing-table to look in the mirror and judge for myself.

I almost recoiled from my own reflection, so great was my surprise.

The heavy marks under my eyes, the lines of pain that had been for months deepening in my forehead, the plaintive droop of the mouth that had given me such an air of ill-health and anxiety--all were gone as if by magic.

I saw a rose-tinted complexion, a pair of laughing, lustrous eyes, and, altogether, such a happy, mirthful young face smiled back at me, that I half doubted whether it was indeed myself I saw.
"There now!" cried Amy in triumph, watching me as I pushed my clustering hair from my brows, and examined myself more intently.

"Did I not tell you so?
The change in you is marvellous! I know what it is.
You have been getting better unconsciously to yourself in this lovely air and scene, and the long afternoon sleep you've just had has completed the cure." I smiled at her enthusiasm, but was forced to admit that she was right as far as my actual looks went.