Do help me grapple with an extraordinary situation." The Archdeacon smiled humorously.

He was a spare man of seventy, with thin, pointed, clean-shaven face, and clear blue eyes like Miss Winwood's.

"If there's a situation, my dear Ursula, with which you can't grapple," said he, "it must indeed be extraordinary." She narrated what had occurred, and together they bent over the unconscious youth.

"I would suggest," said she, "that we put him into the carriage, drive him up to the house, and send for Dr.Fuller." "I can only support your suggestion," said the Archdeacon.
So the coachman came down from his box and helped them to lift the young man into the landau; and his body swayed helplessly between Miss Winwood and the Archdeacon, whose breeches and gaiters were smeared with dust from his heavy boots.

A few moments afterwards he was carried into the library and laid upon a sofa, and Miss Winwood administered restoratives.