What, it was impossible to make out or even guess.

Mrs.Abercrombie might be lifeless, in a swoon or only feigning unconsciousness.
"It won't do to let this go on any longer," said Mr.Craig as he came back from the door at which he had been listening.

"I must call some of the boarders and have a consultation." He was turning to go out, when a sound as of a falling chair came from General Abercrombie's room, and caused him to stop and turn back, This was followed by the quick tread of heavy feet going up and down the chamber floor, and continuing without intermission for as much as five minutes.

It stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and all was silent again.

They knew that the general was standing close by the bed.
"My God!" in a tone full, of anguish and fear dropped from his lips.
"Edith! Edith! oh, Edith!" he called in a low wail of distress.