It is at the gate,' his colleague answered.
'Have you?
A good thought of yours!' 'The credit should lie--with my employer,' the younger man answered in a low voice.

'It was his thought; here it comes.

Sir George, will you be good enough--' But then, seeing the baronet's look of mute anxiety, he broke off.

'It is dangerous, but there is hope--fair hope,' he answered.
'Do you, my dear sir, go to your inn, and I will send thither when he is safely housed.

You can do no good here, and your presence may excite him when he recovers from the swoon.' Sir George, seeing the wisdom of the advice, nodded assent; and remarking for the first time the sensation of which he was the centre, was glad to make the best of his way towards the gates.