Her aunt smiled.
"No, child, he has a nurse already. Run upstairs and put on your hat and jacket. And be quick! Don't keep Mr. Cardwell waiting."
The young man was standing on the doorstep; he looked at Aunt Alice pleadingly:
"Won't you come?"
She shook her head.
"He does not know me, and if he is conscious, he would not like to see strangers. Take care of Faith and remember she's a highly-strung child, and if she can't do him any good, don't let her stay in his room. Don't give up hope. He may pull round. I am so sorry for you."
They shook hands, and Faith, running downstairs, was lifted up in front of Mr. Cardwell's horse, and he rode away with her.
"Just like a pirate or a bandit," said Hope, looking over the hedge.
They thought she had been taken off to have tea with the old man, but they were soon told the truth.
Faith was taken upstairs when she got to the Towers, and the big bedroom into which she was shown quite awed her. A nurse in uniform came forward at once. She looked surprised when she saw Faith.