"She has fainted.

Quick, William, your flask.

Let us hasten to her aid." In another moment the noble lady was bending over the prostrate form of Winnifred Clair, and pouring brandy between her lips.
Winnifred opened her eyes.

"Where am I ?" she asked feebly.
"She speaks!" cried the Marchioness.

"Give her another flaskful." After the second flask the girl sat up.
"Tell me," she cried, clasping her hands, "what has happened?
Where am I ?" "With friends!" answered the Marchioness.