Send some one to the house to tell Mr.Gilfil and Warren.

Bid them send off for Doctor Hart, and break it to my lady and Miss Assher that Anthony is ill.' Mr.Bates hastened away, and the Baronet was left alone kneeling beside the body.

The young and supple limbs, the rounded cheeks, the delicate ripe lips, the smooth white hands, were lying cold and rigid; and the aged face was bending over them in silent anguish; the aged deep-veined hands were seeking with tremulous inquiring touches for some symptom that life was not irrevocably gone.
Rupert was there too, waiting and watching; licking first the dead and then the living hands; then running off on Mr.Bates's track as if he would follow and hasten his return, but in a moment turning back again, unable to quit the scene of his master's sorrow..