"No, she has only swooned; she breaths yet."
"Here we are, at the hotel, thank Heaven!" said the minister, as the coach stopped.
A vast crowd had assembled here. For a moment all shrank from passing through it, but there was no help for it.
"My brother is here?" said Sibyl, in a hurried whisper.
"Yes."
"Take me to his room then," she said, passing her arm through that of the clergyman.
"You will take Mrs. Drummond to my apartment," said the minister, kindly; "the waiter will show you where it is. I will join you in a few moments."
Bearing the light form of his still senseless wife in his arms, Willard entered the room and laid her on the bed.
The wife of the host entered with restoratives, but it was long ere the heavy lids were raised from the sad blue eyes.
"My own Christie, you are better now?" said Willard, bending over her.