One of the men brought a lamp, and among them they lifted the smitten figure.

Oh, God! how ghastly the face looked in the lamplight!--the features drawn to one side, the skin livid.
'Her ladyship has had a stroke,' said the butler.
'Is she dying ?' faltered Mary, white as ashes.

'Oh, grandmother, dear grandmother, don't look at us like that!' One of the servants rushed off to the stables to send for the doctor.

Of course, being an indoor man, he no more thought of going out himself into the snowy night on such an errand than Noah thought of going out of the ark to explore the face of the waters in person.
They carried Lady Maulevrier to her bed and laid her there, like a figure carved out of stone.

She was not unconscious.