The allusion made me spring up; though I dropped again from the pain in my arm. “The time has not gone by, Herbert, has it? What night is to-night?

How long have I been here?” For, I had a strange and strong misgiving that I had been lying there a long time — a day and a night, — two days and nights, — more.

“The time has not gone by. It is still Monday night.”

“Thank God!”

“And you have all to-morrow, Tuesday, to rest in,” said Herbert. “But you can't help groaning, my dear Handel. What hurt have you got?

Can you stand?”

“Yes, yes,” said I, “I can walk. I have no hurt but in this throbbing arm.”