We carried her to her own room--hers and his, with the dressing-rooms attached--and she woke at last to a consciousness of her world bereft of one human being who had been to her nearly all there was.

She was not as we had imagined she would be when she recovered.

She was not hysterical, nor did she weep.

She was singularly quiet.

But that set, thoughtful look had never left her face.