To his astonishment, the first objects he beheld were Flora and a stranger, who was now supporting her in his arms.

To grapple him by the throat was the work of a moment, but the stranger cried aloud in a voice which sounded familiar to Harry,-- "Good God, are you all mad ?" Henry relaxed his hold, and looked in his face.
"Gracious heavens, it is Mr.Holland!" he said.
"Yes; did you not know me ?" Henry was bewildered.

He staggered to a seat, and, in doing so, he saw his mother, stretched apparently lifeless upon the floor.

To raise her was the work of a moment, and then Marchdale and George, who had followed him as fast as they could, appeared at the open window.
Such a strange scene as that small room now exhibited had never been equalled in Bannerworth Hall.

There was young Mr.Holland, of whom mention has already been made, as the affianced lover of Flora, supporting her fainting form.