The doctor went; and then there was an interval of some length. Faith had found several things to do in her down stairs department, which she would not leave to her mother; especially after the shock Mrs. Derrick's mind and heart had received from the communication of what had happened the day before. So it was a little later than usual when the light tap was heard at Mr. Linden's door and Faith and a cup of cocoa came in. She set the cup down, and then went out again for a dish of grapes and pears--Judge Harrison's and Farmer David's sending--which she brought to the table. "I didn't know which you would like best, Mr. Linden;--so I brought both." "I should like to be waiting on you," he said,--"Miss Faith, you ought not to be waiting on me. I shall bestir myself and come down stairs." There was expression in the kind of happy silence that answered him, as she offered the cocoa. "I don't know where to begin to talk to you this morning," said Mr. Linden,--"everything demands the first place. Miss Faith, when you feel that you can, will you tell me all about yesterday? I wish I could give you this couch again, but I suppose in prudence I ought to lie still." She saw him served with what he would have; then sat down, and a shadow of sweet gravity came over her. "The ride out was all very pleasant. There wasn't much talk, and I could just enjoy everything. It's a long way, Mr. Linden," she said glancing at him--she spoke generally with her eyes bent somewhere else;--"it must be ten or twelve miles, for we went very fast; and it was beautiful, with the wind and the driving clouds and shadows. So I enjoyed all that part, and wasn't afraid of the horses, or not much afraid--though they went _very_ fast and I saw they felt very gay. I liked the going fast and I thought the doctor could manage them." She paused. "Are you sure you want to talk of this now?" Mr. Linden said. "You know we have other things to do--this can wait till you choose." "I like to tell it," she said with another quick glance and a quick breath,--"but the visit comes next--and I don't know how to tell you of that. Mr. Linden, I wish you could see that woman!--And if you can't soon, I must,--somehow." "If I can't--or if I can, I will find you the 'somehow,' if you want to go. And if you will let me," he added. "Is she really dying?" "She says so--" Faith said low. And was silent a bit. "Then we set out to come home, and all went very well till we were half way on the road; but then the horses seemed to grow more frisky than ever--I think the wind excited them; and Dr. Harrison had his hands full, I could see, to hold them in, especially after we turned Lamprey's corner and the wind was in their faces. I think it was something suddenly flung over the fence, that started them off to run--and then they ran faster and faster, and reins and bits were of no use at all." Faith was excited herself, and spoke slowly and low and with hindered breath.