The change which four days had made in Walter's appearance shocked her, and she scarcely recognized, in the pale drawn face, the youth who had burst in, sword in hand, to her rescue on that terrible evening.

The tears were running fast down her cheeks, as she approached the couch.
"Why, what is the matter, Claire ?" he asked.

"You must not cry.

I am all right again now, and in a week shall be on horseback, I hope." "Oh, Walter, what can I say ?" she said.

"To think that you should have suffered so, for us!" "There is nothing dreadful about it," he said, smiling.