The drooping eyelids half opened.
"How could you know? Who told it?"
"You did—you yourself, as we came down the hill."
"Ah, I forgot," and a gasp broke into the words. "Yes, twenty thousand pounds. Mr. Selwyn knows. Julia, I think—I almost think I must be—dying."
The eyes closed, and the breathing grew more feeble.
"Harvey! Harvey! Oh, what can I do?" sobbed Julia in agony. "Oh, this is terrible."
And in her distress she did not see, any more than did her unconscious husband, that John, with three stout labouring men, was hastening from the corner to their help.
[CHAPTER XXVI.]
SENT FOR.
"MOTHER, shouldn't you think Uncle Harvey and Aunt Julia would soon be at home?"