"You are insolent! I shall report your words to Mr. Rockharrt, and then we shall see who will be thrust out of his house!"
"I think that you had better not. Listen, and I will tell you something that you do not know, perhaps."
She turned quickly, inquiringly, toward him. He stooped and whispered a few words. He felt her thrill from head to foot, felt her rock and sway for a moment, and then—he had just time to catch her before she fell a dead weight in his arms.
CHAPTER XX.
THE WHISPERED WORDS.
"Well! what's all this?" abruptly demanded old Aaron Rockharrt, as he came up, followed by Clarence and Sylvan, just as Fabian was lifting the unconscious woman into the carriage.
"Mrs. Rockharrt has been over-fatigued, I think, sir, for she has fainted. But don't be alarmed; she is recovering," said Mr. Fabian, as he settled the lady in an easy position in a corner of the carriage, and found a smelling salts bottle and put it to her nose.
"'Alarmed?' Why should I be?"