On recovering herself, Miss Dove exclaimed,—
“How good and noble of him to act in that way.”
“I am glad to hear that you think so, Miss Dove, but I can give you further proof of his having acted the good Samaritan.”
“Let me tell you, Miss Chain, before you go on, I discovered last evening that I and the aeronaut had met before.”
“Yes, and I will remind you very easily, Miss Dove, when and where you did so,” went on Miss Chain, as she drew from her pocket the photo that Lucy had given her, representing the rescue of the lady from the Crystal Palace lake by Harry Goodall.
Miss Dove, rising in great excitement, took a steadfast gaze at the view, and exclaimed,—
“Yes, an accurate reproduction! There is no mistaking that figure,” she emphatically observed, with her finger on the figure of the aeronaut, as she dropped on to a lounge in a seemingly fainting condition.
Miss Chain flew to the bell rope and pulled it so energetically that the squire, who was with Doctor Peters, his patient and the captain, hurried up to his daughter’s sitting-room, and on finding out the state she was in, called in the doctor who had followed the squire.
“What, dear Edith, is the matter?” asked her father.
As he spoke, he noticed the photograph on the lounge, as did Doctor Peters, who was now by her side, and exclaimed,—