She summoned aid without delay, but it was some short time before consciousness had been restored to him.
She had concluded this narrative, and sat holding my hand in hers.

We were speculating on the cause of my brother's illness, thinking it might be due to over-exertion, or to sitting in a chilly atmosphere as the picture-gallery was not warmed, when Mrs.Temple knocked at the door and said that John was now more composed and desired earnestly to see me.
On entering my brother's bedroom I found him sitting up in bed wearing a dressing-gown.

Parnham, his valet, who was arranging the fire, left the room as I came in.

A chair stood at the head of the bed and I sat down by him.

He took my hand in his and without a word burst into tears.
"Sophy," he said, "I am so unhappy, and I have sent for you to tell you of my trouble, because I know you will be forbearing to me.