The blush, and then the change to the paleness of death, as Emily thought of Henry, first as the lover, and then as a mangled corpse had not escaped the notice of Dr. Vaudelier. He read in her varying color the relation they had sustained to each other.
"I have no alternative but hope," said Emily; "but it seems like hoping against the certainty of evil."
"I saved the life of a gentleman this morning who must shortly have perished without aid. He, too, had lost a dear friend."
"Indeed!" said Emily, with interest.
"Yes; but he was much injured, and will require the most diligent care."
"I trust your merciful endeavors will be crowned with success. Do you know the gentleman?"
"I do not. He has not yet been able to converse much. He was dressed in the uniform of an officer."
"An officer! Perhaps it is he!" exclaimed Emily.
Dr. Vaudelier was much interested in the adventure, and the pale, anxious features of Emily excited his sympathy for her.
"As I dressed his wounds," said he, "I noticed the initials upon his linen. Perhaps these may afford some clue."