"I brought you," she said, at length.
Paul looked at her a moment with bewildered eyes. Then the tide of memory flowed back upon his mind.
"I remember," he said, quietly; "I was feeling dizzy—hadn't slept two nights—not even been in bed—walked the streets the long hours through."
Everything had rushed over him in a moment, and he closed his eyes with a deep groan. At his feet Mercy buried her face and sobbed aloud.
Paul drew himself feebly up on his elbow.
"Where is Parson Christian?" he asked, and gazed around, with a faint smile.
The girl's anguish overflowed.
"That was a lie I told you," she sobbed.
The smile fled away.
"A lie! Why a lie?"