"Ah! you will be dosed by him no more."
"I am truly glad to hear it. Some of his messes were vile enough."
"Do not speak so ungratefully; but you know not what I mean or what has happened."
"How?"
"Poor monsieur le docteur is dead."
"Dead!"
"He died of cholera in the cavalry camp yesterday. He had volunteered to attend the sick soldiers in the vale of Aladyn, and perished at his post among them."
I was greatly shocked by this intelligence, which perhaps, it was not wise in my little nurse to afford me at such a time.
When again I woke from sleep the shadows of evening were darkening the room; the trellis-work and Venetian lattices that had opened to the sunlit garden were closed now, and the sun had set. Sister Archange was seated in her usual place upon the low divan, but looking pale and exceedingly fatigued.
She had been at the British cavalry camp, and she had seen my friends, but no letters had arrived for me, of that she was assured, as she had taken one of my cards from its case to show the commanding officer.