She withdrew her arm from Mr.Carlyle's, and stood a moment before stepping in, looking at the man.
"Is papa much worse ?" "Oh, yes, my lady; he was screaming shocking.

But they think he'll live till morning." With a sharp cry, she seized the arm of Mr.Carlyle--seized it for support in her shock of agony.

Mr.Carlyle rudely thrust the man away; he would willingly have flung him at full length on the pavement.
"Oh, Mr.Carlyle, why did you not tell me ?" she shivered.
"My dear Lady Isabel, I am grieved that you are told now.

But take comfort; you know how ill he frequently is, and this may be but an ordinary attack.

Step in.