A lay Sister, in a black and white habit, moved softly about the room. It was Bruno's widow, Elena. She was the Sister Angelica who had entered the convent of the Sacred Heart. It was there she had buried her own trouble until, hearing of Roma's, she had begged to be allowed to nurse her.
A door opened and an officer, in a mixed light and dark blue uniform, entered. It was the doctor of the regiment.
"Sleeping, Sister?"
"Yes, sir."
"Poor soul! Let her sleep as long as she can."
But at that moment Roma opened her eyes, and held out her white hand. "Is it you, doctor?" she said with a smile.
"And how is my patient this morning? Better, I think."
"Much better. In fact, I feel no pain at all to-day."
"She never does. She never feels anything if you believe her," said Elena.
"Tired, Sister?"