Carry me, Malcolm." And, in the old childish way, the big Highlander lifted his master up in his arms, and carried him, flight after flight, to the summit of the long dark stair.

It narrowed up to a small door, very mean and shabby-looking, from the keyhole of which, when Malcolm hid his lantern, a light was seen to gleam.
"They're no awa' to their beds yet, my lord.

Will I knock ?" Lord Cairnforth had no time to reply, if indeed he could have replied; for Malcolm's footsteps had been heard from within, and opening the door with an eager "Is that you, doctor ?" there stood before them, in her very own likeness, Helen Cardross.
At least a woman like enough to the former Helen to leave no doubt it was herself.

But a casual acquaintance would never have recognized her.
The face, once so round and rosy, was sharp and thin; the cheek-bones stood out; the bright complexion was faded; the masses of flaxen curls -- her chief beauty--were all gone; and the thin hair was drawn up close under a cap.

Her dress, once the picture of neatness, was neat still, but the figure had become gaunt and coarse, and the shabby gown hung upon her in forlorn folds, as if put on carelessly by one who had neither time nor thought to give to appearances.
She was evidently sitting up watching, and alone.