His fear was of great and terrible things, which no mortal can treat of.' "I do believe the dear soul thought I might be jealous lest my poor dear should have fallen in love with any other girl.

The idea of my being jealous about Jonathan! And yet, my dear, let me whisper, I felt a thrill of joy through me when I knew that no other woman was a cause for trouble.

I am now sitting by his bedside, where I can see his face while he sleeps.

He is waking! "When he woke he asked me for his coat, as he wanted to get something from the pocket.

I asked Sister Agatha, and she brought all his things.