I hope you will be well in the morning." To this Justine replied: "Ah, madame, I am sorry.

I could not help it; but I shall be quite well in the morning, I am sure." Then she added quietly to me: "The poor madame! She will not see suffering.

She hates pain.

Sickness troubles her.

Shall I be able to use my hand very soon, monsieur ?" There was a wistful look in her eyes, and guessing why it was there, I said: "Yes, soon, I hope--in a few days, no doubt." Her face lighted up, and she said: "Madame likes about her people who are happy and well." Then, as if she might have said too much, she hurriedly added: "But she is very kind;" and, stooping down quickly, her face whitening with the effort, she caught up the broken glass and threw it through the port-hole into the sea.
A half-hour later I went on deck, and found Mrs.Falchion comfortably seated in her deck-chair.