"More than know her—have been intimate with her for many years. She is our guest and traveling companion. She got separated from us in the crowd which was pressing through the railway gate to take the train yesterday morning. I surely thought when I missed her that she had found her way to some car. But it appears that she was seized with vertigo, or something, and so missed the train."
"Yes; a lady, one of our regular visitors, found her there, by Providence, in a state of deep stupor, and being unable to discover her friends, or name, or address, put her in a carriage and brought her directly here."
"She is better, you say? I wish to see her and take her back to our apartments," said Mr. Rockharrt.
"I will send for one of the nurses to take you to her room. You will excuse me. I am momentarily expecting the Dean of Olivet, who is on a visit to our city, and comes to-day to go through the hospital," said the doctor, and he rang a bell.
"The dean here? Why, I thought we left him at West Point," said Mr. Rockharrt.
"He came down by a late train last night, I understand. He makes but a flying tour through the country, and cannot stay at any one place," the venerable doctor explained. And then he touched the bell again.
The same man who had let our party in came to the door to answer the call.
"Say to Sister Susannah that I would like to see her here," said the doctor.
The man went out and was presently succeeded by a sweet faced, middle aged woman in a black dress and a neat white cap.
"Here are the friends of the young lady who was brought in yesterday morning. Will you please to take them to the bedside of your patient?"