Wild thoughts of suicide chased across his soul, like dancing lights over a bleak moor at night; but they did not long abide with him.
CHAPTER VI.
CECIL'S WEAKNESS.
O God! O God! that it were possible
To undo things done,—to call back yesterday!
That Time could turn his swift and sandy glass
To untell days, or to redeem these hours!
HEYWOOD.—A Woman Killed with Kindness.
When Blanche returned to her senses, she found herself in the arms of her landlady, who was bathing her forehead with vinegar and water.
"My husband!" she murmured; "where is my husband?"
"Oh, he's not come back yet. There, you are better now, aren't you?"
"Thank you; yes, I can walk now."
"Don't attempt it just yet."
"I must. I must go out."