Mournfully the hazel eyes looked at her, and the dry brown lips quivered.
"I have been awake some time."
"Before your mother left?"
"Yes."
"Dear Olga, is your mind quite clear again?"
"Terribly clear. I suppose I have been delirious?"
"Yes, you have known none of us for five days. Here, drink this, the doctor said you must have it the instant you waked."
"To keep me from dying? Why should I live? I remember everything so vividly, and while custom made you all try to save me, you are obliged to know it would have been better, more kind and merciful, to have let me die at once. Give me some water."
After some seconds, she wearily put her hand to her head, and a ghostly smile hovered over her mouth.
"All my hair cut off? No matter now, Belmont will never see me again, and I only cared for my glossy locks because he was so proud of them. Poor darling."