But--wait a moment--' 'But, Joshua!' 'Her life and happiness, you know--Cornelius--and your reputation and mine--and our chance of rising together, all three--' He clutched his brother's arm to the bone; and as they stood breathless the splashing and floundering in the weir continued; over it they saw the hopeful lights from the manor-house conservatory winking through the trees as their bare branches waved to and fro.
The floundering and splashing grew weaker, and they could hear gurgling words: 'Help--I'm drownded! Rosie--Rosie!' 'We'll go--we must save him.

O Joshua!' 'Yes, yes! we must!' Still they did not move, but waited, holding each other, each thinking the same thought.

Weights of lead seemed to be affixed to their feet, which would no longer obey their wills.

The mead became silent.

Over it they fancied they could see figures moving in the conservatory.