e bass-relief from the zeal of the devotees. He looked white and sick,
though he insisted that he was well, and when he turned to come away
with them he reeled and would have fallen if Kenby had not caught him.
Kenby wanted to carry him, but Rose would not let him, and had made his
way down between them.

"Yea, he has such a spirit," she said, "and I've no doubt he's suffering
now more from Mr. Kenby's kindness than from his own sickness he had one
of these giddy turns in Carlsbad, though, and I shall certainly have a
doctor to see him."

"I think I should, Mrs. Adding," said March, not too gravely, for it
seemed to him that it was not quite his business to alarm her further,
if she was herself taking the affair with that seriousness. He
questioned whether she was taking it quite seriously enough, when she
turned with a laugh, and called to General Triscoe, who was limping down
the steps of the last terrace behind them:

"Oh, poor General Triscoe! I thought you had gone on ahead."

General Triscoe could not enter into the joke of being forgotten,
apparently. He assisted with gravity at the disposition of the party
for the return, when they all reached the carriage. Rose had the place
beside his mother, and Kenby wished March to take his with the general
and let him sit with the driver; but he insisted that he would rather
walk home, and he did walk till they had driven out of eight. Then he
called a passing one-spanner, and drove to his hotel in comfort and
silence.

LVII.

Kenby did not come to the Swan before supper; then he reported that
the doctor had said Rose was on the verge of a nervous collapse. He had
overworked at school, but the immediate trouble was the high, thin air,
which the doctor said he must be got out of at once, into a quiet place
at the sea-shore somewhere. He had suggested Ostend; or some point on
the French coast; Kenby had thought of Schevleningen, and the doctor had
said that would do admirably.

"I understood from Mrs. Adding," he concluded, "that you were going.
there for your after-cure, Mr. March, and I didn't know but you might be
going soon."

At the mention of Schevleningen the Marches had looked at each
other with a guilty alarm, which they both tried to give the cast of
affectionate sympathy but she dismissed her fear that he might be going
to let his compassion prevail with him to his hurt when he said: "Why,
we ought to have been there before this, but I've been taki