"He's only stunned, mum," Giles was saying as Isabel reached the spot. "He's no more nor just stunned, mum."
He had lifted the fallen man's head and shoulders, and Mrs. Stebbens came, dropping to her knees and sprinkling water into the still, white face.
Isabel threw herself between.
"Arthur! Arthur! can't you speak? Oh, let us move him into the library!"
"Yes, um!" exclaimed Giles. "'E'll come to in there; you can see 'e's only stunned."
He tried to raise him, and Isabel and Sarah moved to help; but the wife turned on hearing Ruth's voice at her side, and Leonard Byington lifted the limp man in his arms unaided, and bore him to the library lounge.
"Arthur," he pleaded, with arms still under him, "can't you speak to us, dear boy? Say at least good-by, can't you, Arthur?" He parted the clothing from neck and breast, and laid an ear to his heart.
"Do you hear it, Leonard?" cried the wife. "Oh, you do hear it, don't you, Leonard?"