Celia's room was next to Mrs.Dexter's and she had heard Mrs.Dexter's cry of horror, and had darted out to learn what it meant.
Mrs.Dexter went to the bed, gently and unconsciously putting Miriam aside, and bent over the motionless form.
"He is not dead," she said, in a whisper.
"Oh, thank God!" broke from Miriam's white lips, and she turned to Celia and grasped her arm.

"Oh, I'm glad you've come; I'm glad you are here!" she sobbed.

"I'm all alone--oh, I'm glad you are here! Do _you_ think he is not dead ?" "Mrs.Dexter will know," said Celia, trying to control her voice.

"Don't be frightened, don't get worried, Lady Heyton.

Come with me!" She took Miriam's hand and drew her into her bedroom.