For my part, although I said nothing of it to any one, I believed that there was some injury to the patient's skull and that he would die, or at best be paralyzed.

Quick, however, had a different opinion.

He said that he had seen two men in this state before from the concussion caused by the bursting of large shells near to them, and that they both recovered although one of them became an idiot.
But it was Maqueda who first gave me any definite hope.

On the third evening she came and sat by Orme for awhile, her attendants standing at a little distance.

When she left him there was a new look upon her face--a very joyful look--which caused me to ask her what had happened.
"Oh! he will live," she answered.
I inquired what made her think so.
"This," she replied, blushing.