Where is the doctor?
He won't die! Oh, he must not die!" They stood grouped about, looking on in silence, Rotherby in the background.

Behind him again, on the topmost of the three steps that led up into the inner hall, stood Mistress Winthrop, white of face, a wild horror in the eyes she riveted upon the wounded and unconscious man.
She realized that he was like to die.

There was an infinite pity in her soul--and, maybe, something more.

Her impulse was to go to him; her every instinct urged her.

But her reason held her back.
Then, as she looked, she saw with a feeling almost of terror that his eyes were suddenly wide open.
"Wha--what ?" came in feeble accents from his lips.
There was a stir about him.
"Never move, Justin," said Gascoigne, who stood by his head.