250 'airy fairy Lilian.'
injury. No, do not stir me—do not, I cannot bear it.
Oh, Cyril, I think my ankle is broken.'
With this she grows a little paler, and draws her
breath with a sharp sound, then whiter—whiter stUl,
until at last her head sinks heavily upon Cyril's sup¬
porting arm, and he finds she has fallen into a deep
More frightened than he cares to allow, Cyril raises
her in his arms and, without a moment's thought, con¬
veys his slight burden straight to the Cottage.
Cecilia, who from an upper window has seen him
coming with his strange encumbrance, runs down to
meet him at the door, her face full of anxiety.
' What is it ? ' she asks, breathlessly, bending over
Lilian, who is still fainting. ' Poor child! how white
she is !'
' It is Lilian Chesney, she has sprained her foot I
think,' says Cyril, who is white, too, with concern;
' will you take her in while I go for a carriage ? '
' Of course. Oh ! make haste, her lips are quiver¬
ing, I am sure she is suffering great agony. Bring
her this way—or—no—shall I lay her on my bed ?'
' The drawing-room sofa will do very well,'—going
in and laying her gently on it; ' will you see to her,
and give her some brandy and—and that ?'
' Yes—yes. Now go quickly, and send a messen¬
ger for Doctor Bland, while you bring the carriage
here. How pretty she is! what lovely hafr! Poor
little thing ! Go, Cyril, and don't be long.'
When he has disappeared Mrs. Arlington summons
Kate, and together they cut the boot off Lilian's
injured foot, remove the dainty little silk stocking, and
do for her all that can be done until the doctor sees
her. After which, with the help of eau de Cologne and
some brandy, they succeed in bringing her to life once
' What has happened ?' she asks, languidly, raising
her hand to her head.