She put the bottle from her, when he offered it, with a hand that thrilled him with the deadly coldness of its touch, and said, in a whisper: "A sudden chill, dear--let me go upstairs and lie down." He took her to her room.

As he laid her down on the bed, she caught his hand, and said, entreatingly: "You won't go to London, darling, and leave me here ill ?" He promised that nothing should separate him from her until she was well again, and then ran downstairs to send for the doctor.

The doctor came, and pronounced that Mrs.Carling was only suffering from a nervous attack; that there was not the least reason to be alarmed; and that, with proper care, she would be well again in a few days.
Both husband and wife had a dinner engagement in the town for that evening.

Mr.Carling proposed to write an apology and to remain with his wife.

But she would not hear of his abandoning the party on her account.
The doctor also recommended that his patient should be left to her maid's care, to fall asleep under the influence of the quieting medicine which he meant to give her.