But the strain upon her nerves for the last few days, and the fasting on bread and water proved too much for the child, who for a week or more lay up in her little room, burning with fever, and talking strange things at intervals, of diamonds, and state prison, and accessories, and substitutes, the last of which she said she was, assuring some one to whom she seemed to be talking that she would never tell, never! Every day Arthur came and sat for an hour by her bed, and held her hot hands in his, and listened to her talk, and marvelled at her shorn head, which he did not like.

Whatever he said to her was spoken in German, and as she answered in the same tongue, no one understood what they said to each other, though Harold, who understood a few German words, knew that she was talking of the diamonds, and the prison, and the substitute.
'I shall _never_ tell!' she said to Arthur, 'and I shall go! I can bear it better than you.

It is not that which makes my headache so.

It's--oh, Mr.Arthur, I thought you so good, and I am so sorry about the diamonds--Mrs.Tracy was so proud of them.

Can't you contrive to get them back to her?
I could, if you would let me.