He has mentioned a name once or twice, the name of Marian.

Have you ever heard that ?" "I should say I have, sir, times and often since he's been ill.

'Marian, why don't you come to me ?' so pitiful; and then, 'Lost, lost!' in such a awful wild way.

I think it must be some favourite sister, sir, or a young lady as he has kep' company with." "Marian!" cried the voice from the bed, as if their cautious talk had penetrated to that dim brain.

"Marian! O no, no; she is gone; I have lost her! Well, I wished it; I wanted my freedom." Gilbert started, and stood transfixed, looking intently at the unconscious speaker.