For the first time in her life Teresa lost her presence of mind in an emergency.

She could only sit staring at the helpless man, scarcely conscious of his condition, her mind filled with a sudden prophetic intuition of the significance of his last words.

In the light of that new revelation she looked into his pale, haggard face for some resemblance to Low, but in vain.

Yet her swift feminine instinct met the objection.

"It's the mother's blood that would show," she murmured, "not this man's." Recovering herself, she began to chafe his hands and temples, and moistened his lips with the spirit.