“Yes; a woman such as you nor I have never looked upon.”
“You are weary now, Ralph; will you not lie down?”
“I will to please you; but I am far from being weary.”
She smoothed his pillow, and led him to the couch. At that instant a carriage drove to the door, and several persons alighted.
Marion turned her gaze from the strangers to her brother. Never in her life had she seen him look as he did then. His eyes glowed, not with excitement, but with new life. The color mounted to cheeks and forehead, while he kept pacing up and down the room, too full of joy and emotion to utter a single sentence.
“What is it, brother?”
This question, anxiously put, was all she could say, for she perceived, dimly, a sense of some approaching crisis.
Her anxious look touched him, and he threw himself on the couch, and permitted her to pass her hand gently over his brow.
“There; it's over now.”
“What, Ralph?”