She walked obediently to the door, but, before she disappeared, turned and sent back a smile charged with all the warmth of her ardent, womanly nature.

Bressant got the whole benefit of it; and it lingered with him most of the morning.
"How long must I be here ?" inquired he, after Cornelia was gone.
"Three months at least," replied the surgeon; "more if you worry yourself about it." "Three months!" repeated the young man, aghast.

"What's to become of my studies?
I can't hold a book; I can't write; I had to have my breakfast fed to me this morning," continued he, biting his mustache and looking away.

The professor smiled thoughtfully.
"I have hopes," said he, "that you'll know more about Divinity when you come out of this room than you did before you went into it.

We'll see when the time comes." "I've found out already that my bones are like other men's," remarked Bressant, with a sigh.
"So much the better," returned the old man.