While in the wood I managed to make a tourniquet of some half-pence and my handkerchief, as well as I could in the dark....But listen, dear Felice! Can you hide me till I am well?
Whatever comes, I can be seen in Hintock no more.

My practice is nearly gone, you know--and after this I would not care to recover it if I could." By this time Felice's tears began to blind her.

Where were now her discreet plans for sundering their lives forever?
To administer to him in his pain, and trouble, and poverty, was her single thought.

The first step was to hide him, and she asked herself where.

A place occurred to her mind.
She got him some wine from the dining-room, which strengthened him much.