His natural kindness of heart--nay, his innate regard for the feelings of others, let them be ever so inferior in station--prevented his turning back when the man had seen him.
"Grind, don't move, don't get off the bed," Lionel said hastily.

But Grind was already up.

The ague fit was upon him then, and he shook the bed as he sat down upon it.

His face wore that blue, pallid appearance, which you may have seen in aguish patients.
"You don't seem much better, Grind." "Thank ye, sir, I be baddish just now again, but I ain't worse on the whole," was the man's reply.

A civil, quiet, hard-working man as any on the estate; nothing against him but his large flock of children, and his difficulty of getting along any way.