But, the watchful little dressmaker had been vigilant as ever in her watch, and she now came up and touched Lightwood’s arm as he looked down at his friend, despairingly.

“Hush!” she said, with her finger on her lips. “His eyes are closing. He’ll be conscious when he next opens them. Shall I give you a leading word to say to him?”

“O Jenny, if you could only give me the right word!”

“I can. Stoop down.”

He stooped, and she whispered in his ear. She whispered in his ear one short word of a single syllable. Lightwood started, and looked at her.

“Try it,” said the little creature, with an excited and exultant face. She then bent over the unconscious man, and, for the first time, kissed him on the cheek, and kissed the poor maimed hand that was nearest to her. Then, she withdrew to the foot of the bed.