How could I preserve my precision and accuracy of hand if I were always bothered by sentimental considerations of the patient's safety ?" Hilda Wade looked up at me with a sympathetic glance.

"We will pull her through yet," she murmured, in her soft voice, "if care and skill can do it,--MY care and YOUR skill.

This is now OUR patient, Dr.Cumberledge." It needed care and skill.

We watched her for hours, and she showed no sign or gleam of recovery.

Her sleep was deeper than either Sebastian's or Hilda's had been.