One of them suggested that Broom the gamekeeper's cottage was nearer than Verner's Pride.
"But there will be neither hot water nor blankets there," returned Frederick Massingbird.
"The house is the best.

Make haste! don't let grass grow under your feet." "A moment," interposed a gentleman who now came hastily up, as they were raising the body.

"Lay her down again." They obeyed him eagerly, and fell a little back that he might have space to bend over her.

It was the doctor of the neighbourhood, resident at Deerham.

He was a fine man in figure, dark and florid in face, but a more impassive countenance could not well be seen, and he had the peculiarity of rarely looking a person in the face.