"He was gone for a carriage.

It was unfortunate madame should be taken ill so suddenly." Lucia smiled a very miserable kind of smile.
"Yes," she answered, "it was unfortunate, but it was only a little giddiness." And there she broke off to listen to the sound of wheels which stopped at the gate.
It was Maurice; and at the sight of him Lucia felt strong again.

She rose and met him as he came towards her.
"I have got a carriage," he said.

"We had walked too far.

Can you go to it ?" She could find nothing to say in answer.