CHAPTER XIV.
THE SILVER CORD BROKEN "Calm on the bosom of thy God, Fair spirit, rest thee now! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow."-- MRS.

HEMANS.
They did not awake till noon.

Montagu opened his eyes, and at first could not collect his thoughts, as he saw the carpeted little room, the bright fire, and the housekeeper seated in her arm-chair before it.

But turning his head, he caught a glimpse of Eric, who was still asleep, and he then remembered all.

He sprang out of bed, refreshed and perfectly well, and the sound of his voice woke Eric; but Eric was still languid and weak, and did not get up that day, nor was he able to go to work again for some days; but he was young and strong, and his vigorous constitution soon threw off the effects of his fast and exposure.
Their first inquiry was for Edwin.