But he knew nothing of Magic--either black or white.

This he had yet to learn.

He wondered if Susan Sowerby had taken courage and written to him only because the motherly creature had realized that the boy was much worse--was fatally ill.

If he had not been under the spell of the curious calmness which had taken possession of him he would have been more wretched than ever.

But the calm had brought a sort of courage and hope with it.