watched, silent and motionless, the dead face with her wide awe-struck eyes.
'God bless her for a kind soul!' whispered the wan weather-beaten field-drudges, as they crowded over the body.
'Get out of the way, my men!' quoth the colonel. 'Too many cooks spoil the broth.' And he packed off one here and another there for necessaries, and commenced trying every restorative means with the ready coolness of a practised surgeon; while Lancelot, whom he ordered about like a baby, gulped down a great choking lump of envy, and then tasted the rich delight of forgetting himself in admiring obedience to a real superior.
But there Tregarva lay lifeless, with folded hands, and a quiet satisfied smile, while Honoria watched and watched with parted lips, unconscious of the presence of every one.
Five minutes!—ten!
'Carry him to the house,' said the colonel, in a despairing tone, after another attempt.
'He moves!' 'No!' 'He does!' 'He breathes!' 'Look at his eyelids!'
Slowly his eyes opened.
'Where am I? All gone? Sweet dreams—blessed dreams!'
His eyes met Honoria's. One big deep sigh swelled to his lips and burst. She seemed to recollect herself, rose, passed her arm through Argemone's, and walked slowly away.
