eft the room, unable to endure
the sight any longer. An hour or two passed, then Dr. Luttrell rose
from his seat beside his patient, and beckoned his wife from the room.

"Livy," he said, as they stood together by the hall fire, "I feel a
little more sanguine now there is partial consciousness, but everything
depends on keeping him quiet. I shall remain with him tonight and Mrs.
Crampton will be with me. I want you to tell me what brought on this
attack. From all your faces I can see something has happened. Barton
looked as if he would have a stroke, too?"

"Oh, where is he, Marcus? I have not seen him for more than an hour.
Ah, you may well think that something has happened. I never was
present at such a scene. Mr. Barton is his son Alwyn. They recognised
each other in a moment. Poor Mr. Gaythorne accused himself of
harshness and made a sort of apology, but Mr. Alwyn looked so angry and
contemptuous, and would not shake hands. And then he asked after his
mother and sister--they are dead, you know. And then, oh, he broke
down and sobbed so dreadfully that it quite upset me.

"I am sure the poor old man was trying to get to him when he suddenly
fell down at his feet, and Mr. Alwyn screamed out, thinking he was
dead."

"Yes, I see, poor little Livy. What a sad scene; but you behaved very
well. Now, as there is nothing more you can do, suppose you take
Barton--I mean Gaythorne--back with you. We can't let him go to the
Models now, and it would not be safe to have him here. Give him some
food and talk to him. Mrs. Crampton will look after my comforts. I
will run across later on and tell you how he is." And then Olivia
reluctantly obeyed him. Marcus was right, and she would not venture to
contradict his orders, but how she longed to stay and share his watch.

"Good child," he said, kissing her. "You are a splendid doctor's wife!
No fuss and no arguing." And this little bit of praise went far to
console her.

"Promise me that you will take care of yourself and I will do my best
for Mr. Alwyn," she said, nestling up to him for a moment. And then
the door-bell rang, and Phoebe, with rather a scared face, went to the
door.

"Is Dr. Luttrell here?" asked a clear voice that they both recognised
as Greta Williams's, and then she caught sight of them and stepped into
the hall.

"They told me you were here, so I ventured to come across," she said,
in a low tone, as Marcus looked at her anxiously. "Oh