just recalled to consciousness by the push; for as Rollo
proceeded to his one remedy of licking, there was a faint murmur of
"Who--what--"

"It is I! What is the matter?"

"Lady Rose! I'll--I'll try to move--oh!" His voice died away, and
Rosamond thrust in her salts, and called to Mrs. Hornblower for
water, but in vain. However, Herbert managed to move a little to
one side. She squeezed into the doorway, hastily brought water from
his bedroom within, and, kneeling down by him, bathed his face, so
that he revived to say, in the same faint voice, "I'm so sorry I
made such mulls. I couldn't see. I thought I knew it by heart."

"Never mind, never mind, dear Herbert! You are better. Couldn't
you let me help you to the sofa?"

"Oh, presently;" and as she took his head on her lap, "Thank you; I
did mean to hold out till after this day's work; but it is all right
now Bindon is come."

"Come!--is he?" she joyfully exclaimed.

"Yes, I saw him from the window. I was getting up to hail him when
the room turned upside down with me."

"There's his step!" now exclaimed Rosamond. "Squeeze in, Mr.
Bindon; you are a very welcome sight."

Mr. Bindon did make his way in, and stood dismayed at the black mass
on the floor. Rosamond and Rollo, one on each side of Herbert's
great figure, in his cassock, and the rosy face deadly white, while
Mungo and Tartar, who hated Mr. Bindon, both began to bark, and thus
did the most for their master, whose call of 'Quiet! you brutes,'
seemed to give him sudden strength. He took a grip of Rollo's curly
back, and, supported by Mr. Bindon, dragged himself to the sofa and
fell heavily back on it.

"Give him some brandy," said Mr. Bindon, hastily.

"There's not a drop of anything," muttered Herbert; "it's all gone--
"

"To Wil'sbro'," explained Rosamond; then seeing the scared face of
Dilemma at the door, she hastily gave a message, and sent her flying
to the Rectory, while Mr. Bindon was explaining.

"I wish I had known. I never will go out of the reach of letters
again. I saw in the Times, at Innspruck, a mention of typhoid fever
here, and I came back as fast as trains would bring me; but too
late, I fear."

"You are welcome, indeed," repeated Rosamond. "Herbert has broken
down at last, after doing more than man could do, and I am most
thankful that my husband should be saved the funerals at Wil'sbro'."

Mr. Bindon, whose face showed how shocked he was, made a few
inquirie