A faint flush seemed to rise to his sunken cheeks, and for a long time Mr.Juxon stood beside him, expecting every moment that he would speak.

Once he thought his lips moved a little.

Then Mr.Juxon took a little brandy in a spoon and raising his head poured it down his throat.

The effect was immediate.

Goddard opened wide his eyes, the blood mounted to his cheeks with a deep flush, and he uttered an inarticulate sound.
"What did you say ?" asked the squire, bending over him.
But there was no answer.