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TWILIGHT

morphia, we became friends at once. Three or four days later the neuritis went suddenly, and has never returned. One night I took the nepenthe as well, and that night I saw Margaret Capel again.

"When are you going to begin?" she asked me at once.

"The very moment I can hold a pen. Now my hand shakes. And Ella or nurse is always here—I am never alone."

"You've forgotten all about me," she said with indescribable sadness. "You won't write it at all."

"No, I haven't. I shall. But when one has been so ill..." I pleaded.

"Other people write when they are ill. You remember Green, and Robert Louis Stevenson. As for me, I never felt well."

The next day, before Dr. Kennedy came, I asked Benham to leave us alone together. He still came daily, but she disapproved of his methods and told me that she only stayed in the room and gave him her report because she thought it her duty. They were temperamentally opposed. She had the scientific mind and believed in authority. His was imaginative, desultory, doubtful, but wide and enquiring. Both of them were interested in me, so at least Ella told me. She was satisfied now with my doctoring and nursing. At least a week had passed since she suggested a substitute for either.