"I'm feeling pretty seedy myself.

Here, will you come with me and have a glass of wine ?" "No, thank you, my lord," replied Celia; and, all her dislike of him active again, she left him.
About six o'clock the watchers by the sick bed noticed a change in the Marquess.

His eyelids flickered a moment, his lips moved.

Celia, who was standing nearest to him, bent over him and made a sign to Mrs.Dexter and the doctor, and they hastened forward noiselessly.

For some time, the stricken man struggled for speech; then one word passed his lips, almost inaudibly, "Percy!" Celia looked at the doctor questioningly.