We all accordingly rose, and Gilpin, who was a little of a botanist,
climbed to get some wild plant that caught his eye, a little way up
the remnant of a watchtower I have already mentioned. "I wonder," said
Kate, "if this is the dangerous part of the ruins; I think that wall
looks tottering;" and she remained standing beside me, watching the
Organist. As she spoke, I fancied I heard something fall among the
thick leafy boughs at the other side; then one of the stones by which
Gilpin had ascended rolled slowly away. "_Christo benedetto!_" shouted
Winter, "down, down all of you, it will fall." They rushed rapidly
away; Kate paused for an instant to say, "poor Mr. Gilpin, help him,
he is lame." I immediately flew to assist his descent, and almost
lifted him to the ground; he turned quickly to the right, down a broken
flight of steps, and I was following him, when there was a crash, a
blinding dust, a scream of dismay from the lookers on; I felt a heavy
blow, a sense of acute pain, and then all was darkness.
CHAPTER VIII.
CONVALESCENCE.
I will not dwell on the wearisome details of a sick room; my escape
from death was almost miraculous, still the injuries I received were
dangerous, and my recovery retarded by the fever consequent on my slow
and painful transit from the scene of the accident to Winter's house,
where he insisted on establishing me, on the plea that he was partly
the cause of my sufferings. Here all that kindness and skill could
accomplish, was done to alleviate them; poor Gilpin watching over me
with the affection of a brother, and the tenderness of woman. Mrs.
O'Toole, too, seemed a fixture by my bedside, and when in the delirium
of fever, no voice had so much influence over me, I was told, as the
rich tones of her mellifluous brogue.
Burton and Colonel Dashwood came over from Carrington, on receiving
despatches announcing the accident, and the former finding me in such
good hands, gave up his intention of remaining with me. Notwithstanding
all the care and watchfulness expended on me, October was well nigh
past before the spectacled, shovel-hatted Galen of A---- pronounced
a visit to the drawing room feasible; and my utter exhaustion, when
the transit from my room was effected, proved the correctness of his
judgment.
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