“No, not even you. I must be quite alone with her for the present.”
“But——-”
“Nay, do not waste time is controversy. Leave me at once.”
Fairchild reluctantly went off.
I sat down at the side of Miriam's couch, and fanned her.
By-and-by she opened her eyes, and they rested upon my face.
From their expression, it was obvious that she saw me. Her blindness had been cured.
Almost at once, however, she closed her eyes again; and then for a little while she lay still, like one half asleep.
Suddenly she drew a deep quick breath, sat up, and looking me intently in the face, “Well, is it over?” she asked.
“Yes, dear; it is over,” I replied. “Well, then, it is a failure—a total, abject failure! I remember everything. My memory was never clearer or more circumstantial. And you—you said there was no chance of failure! Oh, I was a fool to believe you. But what were you, to tell me such monstrous lies?”