So the hours passed, in alternations of feeling; and after midnight, the journey ended, in a dark drive to Quarrington Cottage.
Lettice sprang out, to be met at the door by Dr. Bryant.
He looked grave and tried; but at the first glimpse of Lettice, something of the old light came into his eyes. "My child, I have missed you!" he said.
"Have you? I did wonder if, perhaps, you might!"
"Hardly possible that I should not!"
"And Keith?"
"You are in time. Not much more than in time, I fear. Your brother was right to come too," as he held out a hand to Felix.
"I could not let Lettice travel alone at night."
"No: you are perfectly right."
"Uncle, what is the illness?"