She paused though, for at that moment Ella's eyes softly unclosed, to gaze trustingly at Sir Philip Vining. Then they were turned to Charley; and as they rested there, her pale lips parted, but no word came. A faint sad smile of content, though, flitted for an instant over her face, and those lips spoke in silence their wishes--wishes read by heartbroken Charley, who, resting one hand upon his father's shoulder, pressed upon that pale rosebud of a mouth a long, long kiss of love, one, though, to which there was no response. He did not even feel the soft fluttering breath, playing and hesitating, as it were, round her lips as her eyes slowly closed. Was it in sleep or in death? The question was mentally asked again and again; but no one spoke, as all stood there watching--hardly daring to breathe. Night had come, and still no movement, no trace by which hope could be for a moment illumined, and still they watched on; Lexville, the Brays, everything, being forgotten in this great sorrow. But with the night came again the doctor, with an old friend and physician; then followed a long consultation in the sick-chamber, and another in the drawing-room, while friend and lover waited tremblingly for the sentence to be pronounced. "My friend thinks with me that there is a change," said Mr Tiddson; "and really, Mrs Brandon, in the whole course of my practice, nothing ever gave me greater pleasure." The next day, and the lamp of life still burning, but the brain-symptoms had passed away, in spite of the great excitement. There was extreme weakness, but soon that was all; and until, joyful and exultant, Sir Philip avowed to himself that the danger was past, he did not return to Blandfield Court. "Saved, my boy, saved! our prayers were heard!" he exclaimed then fervently; and from that day Sir Philip seemed to know no rest when he was away from the invalid chamber. Scandal and wonders seldom last above their reputed nine days; and so it seemed here at Lexville. People talked tremendously, and commented upon the absence of the Vinings, and their treatment of their old friends, the Brays. But from the Bray family themselves came not one word of rebuke or complaint. They started for London the day but one after that appointed for the wedding, to take up, as it proved, their permanent residence in Harley-street; and at the end of a month it was announced that The Elms was for sale; and, at a great price, the local auctioneer disposed of the whole of "Mr Onesimus Bray's well-known and carefully-selected live and dead farming stock," in spite of the old-fashioned farmers' head-shaking and nods and winks. But, as time wore on, though the past was never again reverted to, pudgy quiet Mr Bray more than once had a snug _tete-a-tete_ club dinner with his old friend Sir Philip Vining, and they parted in the best of fellowship.