"Who is that?" she cried, with her usual fierceness, terrified for his character, not terrified for herself.
"Mr. Thurnall, madam. Have you any laudanum in the house?"
"Yes, here! Oh, come in! Thank God you are come! What is to be done?"
Tom looked for the laudanum bottle, and poured out a heavy dose.
"Make him take that, madam, and put him to bed. I will wait downstairs awhile!"
"Thurnall, Thurnall!" calls Trebooze, "don't leave me, old fellow! you are a good fellow. I say, forgive and forget. Don't leave me! Only don't leave me, for the room is as full of devils as—"
* * * * *
An hour after, Tom and Tardrew were walking home together.
"He is quite quiet now, and fast asleep."
"Will he mend, sir?" asks Tardrew.