"I am very glad I persuaded him to receive extreme unction tomorrow," she said, sitting in her dressing jacket before her folding looking glass, combing her soft, fragrant hair with a fine comb.

" I have never seen it, but I know, mamma has told me, there are prayers said for recovery.

" "Do you suppose he can possibly recover?" said Levin, watching a slender tress at the back of her round little head that was continually hidden when she passed the comb through the front.

"I asked the doctor; he said he couldn't live more than three days.

But can they be sure? I'm very glad, anyway, that I persuaded him," she said, looking askance at her husband through her hair.