"And here he is," said Sibyl, as at that moment the doctor hastily entered.
After examining the wound the doctor pronounced it dangerous, but not fatal, and soon succeeded in stopping the bleeding. And then the dark eyes of Laura opened wildly, and wandered with a vague, frightened look around.
"My poor child, what has happened?" said Mrs. Brantwell, bending over her, and parting the bright disordered hair on her pale brow.
"Where is he?" she said, grasping Mrs. Brantwell's arm, convulsively.
"Who, love?" said Mrs. Brantwell, gently.
"Oh, he—Mr. Courtney," she said, in the same frightened whisper.
"He is gone, dear. Did he strike you?"
"Oh, no!—no, no!" she cried, wildly. "I fell, and struck against something. Oh, my head! I am going crazy, I think."
"Hush, love! You must not excite yourself. Lie still, and do not talk."
"I have been very wicked—very rash," she said, "but, I did not mean it. Oh, I never meant it—I never—never meant it!" she moaned, pressing her hands over her heart.