"No signs of John?"
"I can't see him yet. If only—"
"Hush! listen!" Harvey spoke with a faint imperiousness. "If some one doesn't come soon, I don't believe I can hold out."
Julia's lips whitened.
"Something is wrong—I don't know what. I feel as if—"
Another pause. Drops stood out like beads all over his brow.
"Harvey, you are faint. It is only faintness. If I could get you some water."
"No, don't stir. This brute's hoofs would be the death of me—if—but I feel—" and again there was a break. "Julia, if I don't get through— mind—"
His voice sank, and he seemed to strive for speech in vain. Julia could hardly bear up against the wave of terror and grief which threatened to overwhelm her, yet she spoke at once in answer.
"Yes, I will—I will—indeed. I will not forget Hermione's rights."