That black-bearded man came for no good, I'll warrant." At the door of the library she paused.

No sound of voices came from within; a stifled groan was all she heard; and without waiting to knock she went in, fearing she knew not what.

Sir Richard sat at his writing table pen in hand, but his face was hidden on his arm, and his whole attitude betrayed the presence of some overwhelming despair.
"Please, sir, my lady is ill.

Shall I send for anyone ?" No answer.

Hester repeated her words, but Sir Richard never stirred.
Much alarmed, the woman raised his head, saw that he was unconscious, and rang for help.