What are you banging about in the door-way ?' 'Long chair,--horse-blanket,--pillow.

Going to sleep by you.

Lie down now; you'll be better in the morning.' 'I shan't!' The voice rose to a wail.

'My God! I'm blind! I'm blind, and the darkness will never go away.' He made as if to leap from the bed, but Torpenhow's arms were round him, and Torpenhow's chin was on his shoulder, and his breath was squeezed out of him.

He could only gasp, 'Blind!' and wriggle feebly.
'Steady, Dickie, steady!' said the deep voice in his ear, and the grip tightened.