“What is it, dear?” asked his sister, softly soothing him.
He recognized her, and became calm in a moment.
“I was dreaming. I thought I was up at the Manor. Mary, quick—speak to me! Have they buried her?”
She looked at him in wonder and terror.
“Hush, dear! The doctor says you are to keep very quiet.”
“But I must know. Tell me, or you will kill me! What has happened? How long have I been lying here?”
“Many days. But you are better now.”
“Do you know what has taken place?” he whispered. “Ellen Haldane is dead—murdered! He killed her.”
She shook her head pityingly.
“No, no! Do not distress yourself, dear, or you will be ill again. Mrs. Haldane is quite well.”