"Oh! Then—you know——"
"Yes, I know everything," he interrupted, gravely.
"But he will never know, doctor, will he?" she asked, feverishly, gripping his hand.
"No, he shall know nothing at all," he assured.
"Promise me! Promise me!" she cried.
"I promise!" he repeated. She released his hand and sank back with a piteous sob.
"I have nothing left—to me now—but my memories of him," she wept, "and his thoughts of what he believes me to have been. I want him to love me always! Always!—Ah—h—h!"
She closed her eyes and hid her face as the door opened; but it was only Rose with the medicine, on a little tray with a tumbler of water and a teaspoon.
"Quick, Rose, here!" ordered the doctor, sharply. He quickly mixed some of the stimulant with the water and held the tumbler to her lips. She drank a little and presently revived.
"Doctor," she said, faintly. "I believe I'm going to die!"