Miss Reynolds had been doing some practical thinking while he was talking, and now observed:
"Well, Dr. Stanley, to relieve your anxiety, I will tell you that she is in my room, where she will remain all night. But I have disobeyed her injunction to tell no one where she is. Fortunately, I met her just as she was leaving the lecture hall, and she begged shelter with me. I have but just left her."
"But she must have attention—her burns must be dressed," said the physician, in a tone of professional authority.
"That will not be necessary, for she is asleep and resting quietly."
"Asleep! impossible!" interposed the man, emphatically; "that is, unless she has taken a powerful opiate."
"She has had nothing of the kind," was the quiet answer.
"Then I repeat—it would be impossible for her to sleep," Dr. Stanley asserted, with a note of impatience in his tone. "Why, only an hour has elapsed since the accident, and, with those burns, it would be many hours before she could get any rest or relief without an opiate. I know," he added, flushing, "she is a Christian Scientist, but I can't quite swallow such a miracle as that."
"Nevertheless, my friend, the dear girl, is sleeping peacefully— or was, ten minutes ago," the lady smilingly returned.
"Did she put anything on those burns?"
"Nothing."