The doctor put his hand gently on her tumbled little brown head.
"You saved him from death, Pearl, and me—from something worse."
And then Pearl took the doctor's hand in both of hers, and kissed it reverently.
"That's for Thursa," she said, gravely.
Tom was awakened by some one shaking him gently.
"Tom, Tom Motherwell, what are you doing here?"
A woman knelt beside him; her eyes were sweet and kind and sad beyond expression.
"Tom, how did you come here?" she asked, gently, as Tom struggled to rise.
He sat up, staring stupidly around him. "Wha' 's a matter? Where's this?" he asked thickly.
"You're in the sitting-room at the hotel," she said. He would have lain down again, but she took him firmly by the arm.