She bent down, took him in her capable grip and composed his inert body decently, and placed the knapsack he was wearing beneath his head.

The faintly beating heart proved him to be alive, but her touch on his brow discovered fever.

Kneeling by his side, she wiped his lips with her handkerchief, and gave herself up to the fraction of a minute's contemplation of the most beautiful youth she had ever seen.

So there he lay, a new Endymion, while the most modern of Dianas hung over him, stricken with great wonderment at his perfection.
In this romantic attitude was she surprised, first by the coachman of the landau and pair as he swung round the bend of the drive, and then by the Archdeacon, who leaned over the door of the carriage.

Miss Winwood sprang to her feet; the coachman pulled up, and the Archdeacon alighted.
"My dear Uncle Edward"-- she wrung his hand--"I'm so glad to see you.