The sufferer made an affirmative sign and feebly faltered Levet's name. Then in a low, indistinct tone he inquired,—
"Where am I?"
"At Dr. Johnson's house. Keep perfectly quiet and all will be well."
Suddenly memory asserted its sway.
"Esther!" Lebeau cried, in as eager and anxious a voice as his utter prostration would permit.
"Miss Woodville is here. She is alive, having only fainted. There was a slight abrasion of the flesh behind her ear, probably the result of a fall; but that will soon disappear. And as for you, my good friend, we shall soon have you upon your feet again."
Lebeau moved his eyes in a negative sign, and with a sad smile murmured,—
"My account is settled. Why do you attempt to deceive me? Am I a coward?"
A moment later he asked,—