He allowed her to remain in this state for some minutes, and then tried to rouse her. His foot pained him, but he scarcely felt it.
Irene opened her eyes and shuddered. At first she did not realise where she was, but, as she caught sight of the gravestones, they recalled all.
"He is dead!" she said, slowly. "Poor Warren! he is dead!"
The tears came to her relief, and the Squire remained silent, with his arm supporting her.
Suddenly she flung herself on Warren's body and moaned bitterly.
The Squire placed his hand on her shoulder, and said—
"Irene, bear up; there is much to be done. We must take him home—to Hazelwell first, if you wish; it is nearer."
"No, no!" she said. "To the Manor. I want to be there with him alone!"
The carriage came, and was closely followed by Ulick and Dr. Harding, who examined Warren, and found his neck broken.
Tenderly they placed him in the carriage. Irene insisted upon getting in, and the Squire followed her, saying to Ulick—