You lie!" He choked upon the words; a racking cough shook him from head to foot; he staggered back and dropped upon her overturned chair, his arms beating the table in front of him, his head jerking spasmodically backward and forward as he gasped for breath.
"Ring the bell," he panted thickly, with an incoherent gesture.

"Nelson knows.

Ring!" Nelson evidently knew.

He brought brandy and water from the sideboard with no stinting hand, and within ten minutes Mr.Carewe was in his accustomed seat, competent to finish his breakfast.

In solitude, however, he sat, and no one guessed his thoughts.
For Miss Betty had fled to her own room, and had bolted the door.