In the meanwhile you had better rest, though you could look in and see if your aunt wants anything in an hour or two." Maud Barrington passed an hour in horrible impatience, and then stole quietly into the sick-room.

The windows were open wide, and the shaded lamp burned unsteadily as the cool night breeze flowed in.
Its dim light just touched the man who lay motionless with a bandage round his head, and the drawn pallor of his face once more sent a shiver through the girl.

Then Miss Barrington rose and lifted a warning hand.
"Quite unconscious still," she said softly.

"I fancy he was knocked down by one of the horses and trampled on, but your uncle has hopes of him.

He has evidently led a healthy life." The girl was a little less serene than usual then, and drew back into the shadow.
"Yes," she said.