My head sank on Owen's breast--but I still heard the wheels.

Morgan loosened my cravat, and sprinkled water over my face--I still heard the wheels.

The poor terrified girl ran into her room, and came back with her smelling-salts--I heard the carriage stop at the house.

The room whirled round and round with me; but I heard the eager hurry of footsteps in the hall, and the opening of the door.
In another moment my son's voice rose clear and cheerful from below, greeting the old servants who loved him.

The dear, familiar tones just poured into my ear, and then, the moment they filled it, hushed me suddenly to rest.
When I came to myself again my eyes opened upon George.