She paused an instant.

Not a servant in the house! whom was she to summon?
A vague idea seized her of running into the street and catching hold of the first passer, when at the moment the door opened, and Mr.Halloway appeared on the threshold.
"Is there any one at home?
Shall I come in, please ?" called the bright, cheery voice.
"Mr.Halloway! oh, thank Heaven!" And seizing him by the arm, Gerald dragged him over to where Phebe lay.

"Help me to take her up-stairs to her room." Denham staggered back unutterably shocked and horrified as he recognized the prostrate form at his feet, the fire-light playing mockingly over it and revealing the white face and loosened hair.

For the instant he thought her dead.

He caught his breath and put his hand up over his eyes.
"My God! what has happened ?" "Her dress took fire--she is burned, no, not badly I am sure, but let us get her up-stairs without losing time.