"A very young man? Fair? Thin? From the Campagna? In rags?"
"Yes. I want to see him."
"You can see him to-morrow, if he is alive," answered the orderly in a business-like tone.
"To-morrow?" repeated Regina, in a tone of profound disappointment.
"To-morrow is Sunday. Friends and relatives can visit patients on Sundays between nine and four."
"But he has no other friends," pleaded Regina. "Please, please let me go to him!"
"To-morrow between nine and four."
"No, no—to-day—now—he knows me—my name is Regina."
"Not if you were the Queen of the world," answered the orderly, jesting with perfect calm. "You must have a written order from the Superintendent."
"Yes, yes! Let me see him!"