Oh, who will protect her now ?" "God, sir," said Bentley, solemnly, but with a strange pang of almost womanly jealousy in his faithful old heart.
"Ay, old friend, He will watch over her.

He knows best.

Now help me up." "No, sir.

Beg pardon for disobeying orders, but you are to lie still.
We will carry you to the carriage.

Nay, sir, you must.