The next week was dreadful.Stroeve went twice a day to the hospital to inquire after his wife,who still declined to see him;and came away at first relieved and hopeful because he was told that she seemed to be growing better,and then in despair because,the complication which the doctor had feared having ensued,recovery was impossible.The nurse was pitiful to his distress,but she had little to say that could console him.The poor woman lay quite still,refusing to speak,with her eyes intent,as though she watched for the coming of death.It could now be only the question of a day or two;and when,late on......