His eyes closed, and in another moment he had dropped off into a deep, lethargic sleep.
Kate arose and went out into the corridor, where she found Ogden waiting.
"He has fallen asleep," she said.

"I want you to undress him, and get him into bed properly, while I go and prepare a saline draught.

I am afraid he is going to be very ill." She passed on, and ran down stairs to her father's study, where the medicine-chest stood.

It took her some time to prepare the saline draught; and when she returned to the bed-chamber, Ogden had finished his task, and the sick man was safely in bed.

He still slept--heavily, deep--but his breathing was laboured and his lips parched.
"I will give him this when he awakes," Kate said; "and I will sit up with him all night.