When she had been revived somewhat by his restoratives, Dr. Markham said, "I now advise that she be carried back to her room, and I promise to be unwearied in my care."
"No," said Graham to his aunt. "Do not call the servants; I shall carry her to her room myself;" and he lifted her as gently as he would take up a child, and bore her strongly and easily to her room.
"Poor, poor Alford!" she whispered—"wasting your rich, full heart on a shadow."
CHAPTER XXXVI
ALL MATERIALISTS
When Graham returned to the library he found that the major had tottered in, and was awaiting him with a look of intense anxiety.
"Graham, Graham!" he cried, "do you think there is any hope?"
"I do, sir. I think there is almost a certainty that your daughter will live."
"Now God be praised! although I have little right to say it, for I've put His name to a bad use all my life."
"I don't think any harm has been done," said Graham, smiling.