Then Graham rushed back into the house, for he was almost beside himself. But when he heard the poor old major calling piteously, and asking what was the matter, he was taught his need of self-control. Going up to the veteran's room, he soothed him by saying that he had returned late in the night in response to his aunt's telegram, and that he had found Grace fainting on the floor, that Mrs. Mayburn and the servants were with her, and that a physician had been sent for. "Oh, Graham, Graham," moaned the old man, "I fear my peerless girl is losing her mind, she has acted so strangely of late. It's time you came. It's time something was done, or the worst may happen." With an almost overwhelming sense of horror, Graham remembered how nearly the worst had happened, but he only said: "Let us hope the worst has passed. I will bring you word from Mrs. Mayburn from time to time." His terrible anxiety was only partially relieved, for his aunt said that Grace's swoon was obstinate, and would not yield to the remedies she was using. "Come in," she cried. "This is no time for ceremony. Take brandy and chafe her wrists." What a mortal chill her cold hands gave him! It was worse than when Hilland's hands were cold in his. "Oh, aunt, she will live?" "Certainly," was the brusque reply. "A fainting turn is nothing. Come, you are cool in a battle: be cool now. It won't do for us all to lose our wits, although Heaven knows there's cause enough." "How white her face and neck are!"--for Mrs. Mayburn had opened her wrapper at the throat, that she might breathe more easily--"just as Hilland saw her in his dream." "Have done with your dreams, and omens, and all your weird nonsense. It's time for a little more _common_-sense. Rub her wrists gently but strongly; and if she shows signs of consciousness, disappear." At last she said hastily, "Go" Listening at the door, he heard Grace ask, a few moments later, in a faint voice, "What has happened?'" "You only fainted, deary." "Why--why--I'm in the library." "Yes, you got up in your sleep, and I followed you; and the doctor will soon be here, although little need we have of him." "Oh, I've had a fearful dream. I thought I saw Warren or Alford. I surely heard Alford's voice." "Yes, dear, I've no doubt you had a bad dream; and it may be that Alford's voice caused it, for he arrived late last night and has been talking with your father." "That must be it," she sighed; "but my head is so confused. Oh, I am so glad he's come! When can I see him?" "Not till after the doctor comes and you are much stronger." "I wish to thank him; I can't wait to thank him." "He doesn't want thanks, deary; he wants you to get well. You owe it to him and your father to get well--as well as your great and lifelong sorrow permits. Now, deary, take a little more stimulant, and then don't talk. I've explained everything, and shown you your duty; and I know that my brave Grace will do it."