"Am I not calm?
Do you think I'm not trying not to give way; that I'm not trying to keep sane?
Go! Go!" Celia went back to the Marquess's room.

Mrs.Dexter and the doctor were bending over the bed; Heyton was standing at a little distance, watching them and gnawing his nails.

Mrs.Dexter looked round as Celia entered.
"I want you, my dear," she said.

"I want you to help me.

He is not dead," she went on in a whisper; "he is still alive, though Doctor Scott will not give us any hope yet." Celia assisted Mrs.Dexter in carrying out the doctor's orders; the Marquess was still unconscious; but though he looked more dead than alive, life was still present.