Christie saw nothing.

With another cry, the very keynote of her great and loving heart, she flung her arms round--Mrs.Gatty, who was on the same errand as herself.
"Hearts are not steel, and steel is bent; Hearts are not flint, and flint is rent." The old woman felt Christie touch her.

She turned from her son in a moment and wept upon her neck.

Her lover took her hand and kissed it, and pressed it to his bosom, and tried to speak to her; but all he could do was to sob and choke--and kiss her hand again.
"My daughter!" sobbed the old woman.
At that word Christie clasped her quickly; and then Christie began to cry.
"I am not a stone," cried Mrs.Gatty.
"I gave him life; but you have saved him from death.

Oh, Charles, never make her repent what she has done for you." She was a woman, after all; and prudence and prejudice melted like snow before her heart.
There were not many dry eyes--least of all the heroic Lady Barbara's.
The three whom a moment had made one were becoming calmer, and taking one another's hands for life, when a diabolical sound arose--and what was it but Sandy Liston, who, after furious resistance, was blubbering with explosive but short-lived violence?
Having done it, he was the first to draw everybody's attention to the phenomenon; and affecting to consider it a purely physical attack, like a _coup de soleil,_ or so on, he proceeded instantly to Drysel's for his panacea.
Lady Barbara enjoined Lord Ipsden to watch these people, and not to lose a word they said; and, after she had insisted upon kissing Christie, she went off to her carriage.