Lady Dighton, now staying in the house, sat and watched by the bedside; and by-and-by leaving her post, she joined Maurice by the window and began to talk to him in a low voice.

There was no fear of disturbing the invalid; his sleep continued, deep and lethargic, the near forerunner of death.
"Maurice," Lady Dighton said, "I wish you would go out for an hour.

You are not really wanted here, and you look worn out." "Thank you, I am all right.

My grandfather might wake and miss me." "Go for a little while.

Half an hour's gallop would do you good." Maurice laughed impatiently.
"Why should I want doing good to?
It is you, I should think, who ought to go out." "I was out yesterday.