misfortunes would have been as nothing to me in comparison. Don't say any more, please. Perhaps she will feel some remorse when she hears I am dead."
"We will let it drop now then, Daisy," assented Frank. "But I have had no more thought of Rosaline than of the man in the moon."
"Will you go away now, please, and send the nurse in?"
"What on earth is to be done?" thought Frank, doing as he was ordered. "With this wretched fancy hanging over her, she may never get well; never. Mental worry in these critical cases sometimes means death."
"How is she now?" asked Edina, meeting him on the stairs.
"Just the same."
"She seems so unhappy in mind, Frank," whispered Edina. "Do you know anything about it?"
"She is low and weak at present, you see," answered