You may, perhaps, remember Joseph Huntley, who occupied Number Sixty-seven in the Accident Ward, some nine months since--compound fracture of the arm--a dark, nervous engineer's assistant--very hard to restrain--well, HE was her brother; he caught typhoid fever in the hospital, and you commented at the time on his strange vitality.

Then there was her cousin, again, Ellen Stubbs.

We had HER for stubborn chronic laryngitis--a very bad case--anyone else would have died--yielded at once to your treatment; and made, I recollect, a splendid convalescence." "What a memory you have!" Sebastian cried, admiring against his will.
"It is simply marvellous! I never saw anyone like you in my life...
except once.

HE was a man, a doctor, a colleague of mine--dead long ago....

Why--" he mused, and gazed hard at her.