She crept slowly to a wardrobe, and took out a gray silk dress.
"Oh, never mind for to-day," cried Rose.
"Help me, Rose.

It is for myself as well; to remind me every moment I am Madame Raynal." They put the gray gown on her, both weeping patiently.

It will be known at the last day, all that honest women have suffered weeping silently in this noisy world.
Camille soon recovered his senses and a portion of his strength: then the irritation of his wound brought on fever.

This in turn retired before the doctor's remedies and a sound constitution, but it left behind it a great weakness and general prostration.

And in this state the fate of the body depends greatly on the mind.
The baroness and the doctor went constantly to see him, and soothe him: he smiled and thanked them, but his eager eyes watched the door for one who came not.
When he got well enough to leave his bed the largest couch was sent up to him from the saloon; a kind hand lined the baron's silk dressing-gown for him warm and soft and nice; and he would sit or lie on his couch, or take two turns in the room leaning upon Rose's shoulder, and glad of the support; and he looked piteously in her eyes when she came and when she went.