After an interval Norman spoke again, "The carriage turned right over--her head struck on the kerb stone--" "Did you see ?" said Ethel presently.
"I saw them lift her up." He spoke at intervals, as he could get breath and bear to utter the words.

"And papa--he was stunned--but soon he sat up, said he would go to her--he looked at her--felt her pulse, and then--sank down over her!" "And did you say--I can't remember--was he hurt ?" The shuddering came again, "His arm--all twisted--broken," and his voice sank into a faint whisper; Ethel was obliged to sprinkle him again with water.

"But he won't die ?" said she, in a tone calm from its bewilderment.
"Oh! no, no, no--" "And Margaret ?" "They were bringing her home.

I'll go and see.

Oh! what's the meaning of this ?" exclaimed he, scolding himself, as, sitting up, he was forced to rest his head on his shaking hand.
"You are still faint, dear Norman; you had better lie still, and I'll go and see." "Faint--stuff--how horridly stupid!" but he was obliged to lay his head down again; and Ethel, scarcely less trembling, crept carefully towards the stairs, but a dread of what she might meet came over her, and she turned towards the nursery.
The younger ones sat there in a frightened huddle.