A common sight enough, but it worked a revolution in Carmel's darkened mind.

The light of youthful joyousness fled from her face; and the cheek, just pulsing softly with new life, blanched to the death-like hue of mortal suffering.

Dropping her eyes from the women, who saw nothing and continued to sip their wine in happy ignorance of the soul-tragedy going on within ten feet of them, she looked down at her dress, then up at the walls about her; and then slowly, anxiously, and with unmistakable terror, at the woman in whose arms she felt herself supported.
"Explain," she murmured.

"Where am I ?" "At Lakewood, in a hotel.

You have been ill, and are only just recovering." Her hand went up to her cheek, the one that had been burned, and still showed the deep traces of that accident.
"I remember," said she.