"You here," muttered Browne taking Herries' hand, and devouring his thin, haggard face with his eyes, "I am glad, and yet----" he shook his head in a doubtful way, recalling his promise to Trent.
"You think that I should not have run away?"
"It looks like guilt, Herries."
"What! Do you believe----?"
"Would I take your hand, if I believed that you were guilty?" interrupted the doctor sharply. "That I am here, should show you that I have the most implicit confidence in your innocence."
"Ah!" said Herries, rather sadly, "but you came to see Mrs. Kind."
"And you wouldn't have come," put in Sweetlips over his shoulder, "if Elspeth had not whispered when we came out that Mr. Herries wanted to see you."
"You can trust me," said Browne, rather huffily, "and in any case, I presume you would not have sacrificed your wife's life to save Herries' neck."
"He has saved her," said Kind, looking at the young man with his heart in his honest eyes.
"What do you mean?" asked Browne, coming to the bed-side and stooping over the woman, who seemed to be in a sound sleep.