"Where—where is Belle?" he asked.
"Watching over you constantly. She has gone home for a little rest, but will return in about two hours. Be quiet and go to sleep now; you are better, but must not exhaust yourself."
"Then she will certainly return?"
"Yes, but you must not talk more."
The patient closing his eyes, his sister seated herself at his bedside. Two hours later the young wife returned, and perceiving the happy look upon Fannie's face, said:
"What is it? Tell me quick: is he better?"
"Yes, he opened his eyes, asked for a glass of water, and then inquired for you; when told you would return in two hours, a look of joy crossed his face and he again closed his eyes. He has slept quietly ever since, and his fever has perceptibly gone down."
"Oh, that he may only live!" said Belle, while her eyes filled with tears of joy.
Both ladies entering the sick-room, a glance toward the bed assured them the patient was awake and awaiting their return. Belle, stooping over, kissed him, which greeting he returned with—
"You are so good, I am trying to get well for your sake," he whispered.