"Here, Humphreys, this side.

Gently, my men--gently.

Be very careful on the way." The two men placed the seemingly lifeless form of Zenith on the stretcher and bore her carefully away.
The daughter Zara followed.
"She will not live until to-morrow morning," the rector said; "and it is better so, poor soul! She is evidently hopelessly insane." "And the daughter appears but little better.

By the way, Mr.Green, Lady Kingsland desires me to fetch you back to dinner." The rector bowed.
"Her ladyship is very good.

Has your carriage gone?
I will order out the pony-phaeton, if you like." Ten minutes later the two gentlemen were bowling along the pleasant country road leading to the Court.