His chariot was at the door. They both got in, and just as it was driving away, Millefleur ran up to it.
'Your master?—your master?—' said Lord Montreville.
'Ah! my Lord, he is—yet living!'
'Yet living!'
'And Captain Godolphin sent me to see if you was come, in hopes that you might see him.'
'Go on!' cried Lord Montreville, with a degree of fierceness that made Emmeline shudder. The horses flew. He continued in dreadful and gloomy silence, interrupted only by deep groans. Emmeline had no comfort to offer, and dared not speak to him. At length they arrived at the place. The servants assisted their lord to leave the chariot. Just as he got out of it, Dr. Gardner came out; but too much shocked to be able to speak, he waved his hand to say that all was over; and almost instantly, Godolphin, with a countenance most expressive of what he felt, came out to him also.
'My dear Lord, your going up will be of no use; spare yourself so great a shock, and suffer me to attend you home.'
'He is dead then?'
Deep and mournful silence told him it was so.