"What then?"
"Sister."
"Sister?"
"Oui, monsieur. I am called Sister Antoinette de la Misericorde."
"A strange name!"
"I think it very pretty, monsieur: I am called so among the Soeurs de la Charité. But never mind my name, monsieur; you speak too much, and disturb yourself. How glad I am to see you looking so well, after being in so deep a sleep all yesterday."
Ronald put his hand to his head, and strove to recollect himself.
"Was I not at Waterloo yesterday?"
"No, monsieur; the day before. Alas, what a day it was! But you must not speak any more,—and must obey me in all things. I am your nurse."
"You!" exclaimed Stuart in a tone of pleasure and surprise, while he attempted to take her hand; but she easily eluded him. "Ah, what a happiness for me, mademoiselle!"