The surgeon, submitting to destiny with the worst possible grace, dropped the charming Englishwoman's hand, and returned to his duties in the kitchen.

The two ladies were left together in the room.
"Will you take a chair, madam ?" asked the nurse.
"Don't call me 'madam,'" returned the young lady, cordially.

"My name is Grace Roseberry.

What is your name ?" The nurse hesitated.

"Not a pretty name, like yours," she said, and hesitated again.