How is the Marquess now ?" "Still the same," replied Celia.

"He is not yet conscious." "Dear me; dear me!" murmured Mr.Jacobs, sympathetically.

"Now, my dear young lady, may I ask you a favour--I don't want to trouble the doctor, he's got quite enough to do; so have you, no doubt, for that matter; but you know what doctors are ?--What I want you to do, if you will be so kind, and if you should be in the room and the Marquess recovers consciousness, is to just send to me in the sitting-room here and let me know." "I will do so," said Celia, and she passed on to the morning-room, where Doctor Scott was giving some directions to his assistant.
So suddenly had the terrible blow fallen that she had scarcely time to think of her lover.

It hurt her to imagine him waiting in the wood for her, on the chance of seeing her, and to know that she could not send a message to him, could not let him know.

But she told herself that, no doubt, by this time, he had heard of the terrible tragedy and would understand.