But he could not conceal them; and with the holy dew trickling down his cheeks, he turned again to the nobleman, saying in a tremulous and broken voice,—"My friend—my dearest friend, I yield!—you have subdued me! It shall all be as you have designed it!"
The Earl pressed Mr. de Medina's hand with fervent warmth—with the ardour of gratitude.
"Come with me at once—delay not a moment!" exclaimed Arthur, his own eyes also dimmed with tears.
And he hurried Mr. de Medina to the hackney-coach, which was waiting at the door.
CHAPTER LVIII.
THE RESUSCITATED.
Touching was the scene in the bed-chamber at the house in Red Lion Street,—that scene which the return of the Earl of Ellingham, accompanied by Mr. de Medina, was to render more touching still.
But previously to their arrival, the group was interesting and must be specially noticed.
Rainford was seated in the bed, propped up with the pillows; for he still felt very weak, though all danger had completely passed.
Standing by his side, with one hand locked in his, was Tamar, clad in deep mourning—a mourning now no longer necessary, and which covered a heart beating with ineffable joy.
Dr. Lascelles and Esther de Medina were also standing close by the bed; and Jacob Smith was leaning over the foot-board, surveying Rainford with eyes dimmed by tears, and in a kind of wonderment as if he were scarcely able to convince himself of the miracle the living evidence of which was before him.