Dr.Letsom was a skillful, kindly man; he let the tears flow, and made no effort to stop them.

Then, after a time, disguised in a glass of wine, he administered a sleeping potion, which soon took effect.

He looked with infinite pity on the tired face.

What a storm, a tempest of grief had this man passed through! "It will be kinder and better to let him sleep the day and night through, if he can," said Stephen to himself.

"He would be too ill to attend to any business even if he were awake." So through the silent hours of the day Lord Charlewood slept, and the story spread from house to house, until the little town rang with it--the story of the travelers, the young husband and wife, who, finding no room at the hotel, had gone to the doctors, where the poor lady had died.