Softly it touched the forehead, and lay beneath the straying curl.

There is no expression yet; but he takes the wrist again, and, laying one hand beneath it, he touches the pulse.

Softly, like the first glance of moonlight on the dark waters, a smile is seen on that kind face.

There is something else besides the smile.
Large tears dropped from the physician's eyes; tears that he did not think to wipe away.

He stooped towards the fragile sufferer, and gently as the morning air breathes upon the drooping violet, he kissed her brow.