"Take it in there," she said; "no, give it me."
The man followed her in.
By the writing-table, with his face fallen forward on the paper, sat her husband. His arms sprawled on each side, and every joint was relaxed. Eva looked at him for a moment, and then touched him.
"Hayes!"
There was no answer.
"Hayes, Hayes!" she said, raising her voice.
She set the lamp down on the table, close to the thing that sprawled there, and, taking him round the shoulders, dragged him up off the table. But the head fell back over one shoulder, and the two hands rattled against the wood-work of the chair, as his arms slipped off his knees.
"Quick, quick!" she cried to the man. "What are you standing there for? Don't you see he is ill? Let the carriage go off to the doctor's and bring him back. You fool, run! Send a man here at once!"
Eva ran to the bell and rang it furiously. There was a sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, and two men came running up.
"Lord Hayes is ill," said Eva. "Take him to his room, and lay him on the bed."