"I'm afraid this is very serious, doctor.

Do you think he can be moved now ?" The lawyer did not try to prove his sanity; he only groaned again, but this time it was partly from pain.

They lifted him gently, and carried him into his own house, which he had nearly reached when the runaway overtook him.
Both the women in the carriage had been thrown out, but Lois was able to walk, and so far as could be ascertained Mrs.Forsythe was unhurt, save for the shock, which sent her from one fainting fit into another until late that night.

They had carried her back to the rectory, Lois clinging to one limp hand, and crying hysterically.
"Oh, she will die," she sobbed, "I know she will die; and it is my fault, it is my carelessness! You needn't say it isn't, father.

I know it is! Oh, what shall I do!" But there was nothing to do; and Mrs.Dale, who had been hastily summoned,--for her reputation for nursing was even wider than Miss Deborah's for housekeeping,--only put her to bed, "to get her out of the way," she said, but really because she was filled with sympathy for her niece's remorse, and felt that the forgetfulness of sleep was the only comfort for her.
"I'll tell you what it is, brother," she said,--she had quietly settled herself in authority at the rectory, despite Jean's air of contemptuous dignity--"I believe Arabella Forsythe will have a chance to die, at last.
She's been looking for it these ten years, and as soon as she stops fainting it will be a positive satisfaction to her.