"Yes, she is feverish again, and I thought it might be better to send for a physician."
Spero drew near to the invalid's couch and took her arm to feel her pulse. Strange to say, Jane became calmer as soon as he touched her. The wild-looking eyes lost their frightened look; the lips which had muttered disconnected words closed, and the small hands lay quietly on the silk cover.
"She is sleeping," said Mamma Caraman, "I am sorry now that I called you."
"On the contrary I am glad I came. I will take your place and you can sleep a little."
"Not for the world," cried Mamma Caraman. "I am not tired at all."
"That is very funny; for three days you haven't closed an eye," said the vicomte. "Lie down for an hour, Mamma Caraman. I promise to call you as soon as the invalid stirs."
Mamma Caraman thereupon laid herself upon a sofa, and the next minute she was fast asleep.
An hour later the young girl opened her eyes and looked about her.
"Where am I?" she murmured.
"With me—under my protection," replied Spero, and pressing Jane's hand to his lips he added, "Ah, Jane, why did you wish to die? Did you not know that your soul would take mine along?"