Within forty-eight hours you must naturally relapse into your former prostrate condition, and I, unfortunately, am powerless to prevent it." I sighed wearily, and a feeling of disappointment oppressed me.

Was it possible that I must again be the victim of miserable dejection, pain, and stupor?
"You can give me another dose of your remedy," I said.
"That I cannot, mademoiselle," he answered regretfully; "I dare not, without further advice and guidance." "Advice and guidance from whom ?" I inquired.
"From the friend who cured me of my long and almost hopeless illness," said Cellini.

"He alone can tell me whether I am right in my theories respecting your nature and constitution." "And what are those theories ?" I asked, becoming deeply interested in the conversation.
Cellini was silent for a minute or so; he seemed absorbed in a sort of inward communion with himself.

Then he spoke with impressiveness and gravity: "In this world, mademoiselle, there are no two natures alike, yet all are born with a small portion of Divinity within them, which we call the Soul.

It is a mere spark smouldering in the centre of the weight of clay with which we are encumbered, yet it is there.