Mr. Minge took the end of her scarf, and as he toyed with the fringe, sighed heavily.

Mr. Minge redoubled his exertions, and at last found her in one of the hospitals connected with a convent.

For five minutes she held her handkerchief to her eyes, and then Mr. Minge rose and looked at his watch.

For several weeks she was dangerously ill, and was just able to sit up when Mr. Minge discovered her.