"Heaven grant the peril be not so nigh as it looks!" It was Lord Desborough, who had come in and was looking with anxious eyes at the flaming sky, over which great clouds of sparks and flaming splinters could be seen drifting.

It might only be fancy, but the room seemed to be growing hot with the breath of the fire.

The young nobleman's face was very grave and disturbed.
"What must we do ?" he asked of Dinah.

"Can she be moved?
Ought we to take her elsewhere ?" "I would we could," answered Dinah, "but she is so weak that it may be death to carry her hence, and if we spoke to her of this terrible thing that is happening, the shock might bring back the fever, and then, indeed, all would be lost." The husband wrung his hands together in the utmost anxiety.

Dinah stood thinking deeply.
"My lord," she presently said, "it may come to this, that she will have to be moved, risk or no risk.