On this occasion it was the _Globe_ newspaper which Septimus, who had spent the day in London on an unexecuted errand to his publisher, had brought back with him.

Evening papers being luxuries in Nunsmere, he had hidden it carefully from Wiggleswick, in order to present it to the ladies.
Suddenly there was a rustle and a slither by the fire-place, and Emmy, in a dead faint, hung over the arm of the chair.

In her hand she grasped the outer sheet of the paper.

The inner sheet, according to the untidy ways of women with newspapers, lay discarded on the floor.
With Septimus's help Zora and the maid carried her to the sofa; they opened the window and gave her smelling salts.

Septimus anxiously desired to be assured that she was not dying, and Zora thanked heaven that her mother had gone to bed.