[CHAPTER VII.]
FORGOT SHE WAS A WIFE.
And so Dorian Mountcastle, saved from death by Nita's brave efforts, lay ill beneath the roof of Gray Gables—the house of all others that the murderous old sibyl had warned him to avoid.
And very pale he looked that morning when the housekeeper entered, bearing a fancy basket, heaped high with dew-wet roses of all colors, whose fragrance filled the air of the sick-room with the perfumed breath of rosy June.
"From Miss Farnham, with her best wishes for your recovery," she said graciously.
She saw his eyes light up with eager pleasure as he placed the flowers close to his pillow, and inhaled their spicy fragrance.
"My mistress gathered them for you herself," continued Mrs. Hill, and he looked at her in surprise.
"Impossible! Why, I was told that she was too ill to leave her bed for weeks!" he exclaimed.