"My name is Bramwell. Your sister has fainted. She is in the front room."
"Fainted!" cried Alfred Layard in alarm, as he dashed past the other.
At that moment Hetty opened her eyes and sighed.
"Hetty, Hetty, dear Hetty! what is this. What is the matter?"
Bramwell remained in the passage. He walked up and down in great agitation.
"I don't know what happened," said the girl, in a weak, tremulous voice.
Her brother got some wine, and made her drink a little.
"Try and remember, dear," said Layard with passionate tenderness. "Did any accident occur? Drink just a little more. Did you get a fright, dear? Has anything happened to the boy?"
"No, Alfred. O, I am better now. I remember it all. A dreadful man terrified me, and Mr. Bramwell came to my assistance, and I ran into the house; and I can remember no more."
Bramwell, hearing voices, knew that Hetty had recovered, and that he could be of no further use; so he stole quietly out of the house, and returned to his own island domain.