CHAPTER XLIX.
It was past the middle of the day, before Mr.Le Frank paid his promised visit to Mrs.Gallilee.He entered the room with gloomy looks; and made his polite inquiries, as became a depressed musician, in the minor key.
"I am sorry, madam, to find you still on the sofa.

Is there no improvement in your health ?" "None whatever." "Does your medical attendant give you any hope ?" "He does what they all do--he preaches patience.

No more of myself! You appear to be in depressed spirits." Mr.Le Frank admitted with a sigh that appearances had not misrepresented him.

"I have been bitterly disappointed," he said.

"My feelings as an artist are wounded to the quick.