Corydon

What they wanted now was simply that he should recognize his responsibility, and look out for Corydon's welfare.

Corydon was beautiful—ah God, how beautiful she looked, lying there in the snowy bed, with the snowy lace about her neck and arms!

He turned away, while Thyrsis and the young nurse held Corydon's hand and whispered to her soothingly.

One of Corydon's rich friends had told her of a certain famous surgeon, and Corydon had gone to see him.

When he looked up again the elder nurse had the baby in her arms; and there was a wan smile on Corydon's face.