"True," answered Mr. D'Alenberg;—"but whilst there exists a possibility that Ferdinand lives, I would not wound them by our ———."
He had not time to finish the sentence;—an exclamation of "Help, help," from the adjoining room, caused them to pull open the door, where they beheld Miss D'Alenberg on the floor, the Countess and Louisa endeavouring to raise her.
They flew to her assistance; she was cold and senseless; what a sight for a father!—Poor Mr. D'Alenberg was in agonies: The young Baron, more collected, had hastened to the house, and returned with drops and water, which, on applying, she showed signs of returning life, and was raised and placed on two chairs, Louisa supporting her in her arms.
She opened her eyes, and saw the whole group standing round her, her father holding her hand between his trembling ones.
