And Benjulia answered, "Yes; I'll call again." On his way out, he took Teresa aside.
"No more questions," he said--"and don't help her memory if she asks you." "Will she remember, when she gets better ?" Teresa inquired.
"Impossible to say, yet.

Wait and see." He left her in a hurry; his experiments were waiting for him.

On the way home, his mind dwelt on Carmina's case.

Some hidden process was at work there: give it time--and it would show itself.

"I hope that ass won't want me," he said, thinking of his medical colleague, "for at least a week to come." The week passed--and the physiologist was not disturbed.
During that interval, Mr.Null succeeded in partially overcoming the attacks of sickness: they were less violent, and they were succeeded by longer intervals of repose.