Oh!" she added, suddenly, in a changed voice, "there is George coming through the gate.

Something has happened to my father.

Look at his face, Morris; look at his face!" In another moment the footman stood before them.
"Please, miss, the master," he began, and hesitated.
"Not dead ?" said Mary, in a slow, quiet voice.

"Do not say that he is dead!" "No, miss, but he has had a stroke of the heart or something, and the doctor thought you had better be fetched, so I have brought the carriage." "Come with me, Morris," she said, as, dropping the croquet mallet, she flew rather than ran to the brougham.
Ten minutes later they were at Seaview.

In the hall they met Mr.
Charters, the doctor.