"Mr. Drummond?"
"No, no," emphatically, but not impatiently.
"Ah! I know—Doctor Morton?"
"Oh, yes!" with a sigh. "Loyd; go and find him."
"Yes, Miss Romaine."
But instead of Loyd Morton it was Serena Effingham who had hastened promptly to her daughter's side.
"Here I am, dear," she said, stooping to caress the fair low brow. "I have been besieged by callers to inquire for you, but from this moment I will deny myself to everyone until you are quite strong and well again."
"But I sent for Loyd," persisted the girl, in the same calm tone.
"Loyd has gone to visit his patients, my darling; but you may depend upon it he will not be gone long."
"I hope not. O, how devoted he is! Why, it is to him that I owe my life, for he has brought me back to life; and yet—and yet how strange it seems that I cannot recollect where I have been in all this time!"