Griffith shuddered at the idea; and his eyes fell before the full gray orbs of his wife. "Well, never mind," said she. "Tell me your story." "Well, then, when I left you, I was raving mad." "That is true, I'll be sworn." "I let my horse go; and he took me near a hundred miles from here, and stopped at--at--a farm-house. The good people took me in." "God bless them for it. I'll ride and thank them." "Nay, nay; 't is too far. There I fell sick of a fever, a brain-fever: the doctor blooded me." "Alas! would he had taken mine instead." "And I lost my wits for several days; and when I came back, I was weak as water, and given up by the doctor; and the first thing I saw was an old hag set a-making of my shroud." Here the narrative was interrupted a moment by Mrs. Gaunt seizing him convulsively; and then holding him tenderly, as if he was even now about to be taken from her. "The good people nursed me, and so did their daughter, and I came back from the grave. I took an inn; but I gave up that, and had to pay forfeit; and so my money all went; but they kept me on. To be sure I helped on the farm: they kept a hostelry as well. By and by came that murrain among the cattle. Did you have it in these parts, too?" "I know not; nor care. Prithee, leave cattle, and talk of thyself." "Well, in a word, they were ruined, and going to be sold up. I could not bear that: I became bondsman for the old man. It was the least I could do. Kate, they had saved thy husband's life." "Not a word more, Griffith. How much stand you pledged for?" "A large sum." "Would five hundred pounds be of any avail?" "Five hundred pounds! Ay, that it would, and to spare; but where can I get so much money? And the time so short." "Give me thy hand, and come with me," said Mrs. Gaunt, ardently. She took his hand, and made a swift rush across the lawn. It was not exactly running, nor walking, but some grand motion she had when excited. She put him to his stride to keep up with her at all; and in two minutes she had him into her boudoir. She unlocked a bureau, all in a hurry, and took out a bag of gold. "There!" she cried, thrusting it into his hand, and blooming all over with joy and eagerness: "I thought you would want money; so I saved it up. You shall not be in debt a day longer. Now mount thy horse, and carry it to those good souls; only, for my sake, take the gardener with thee,--I have no groom now but he,--and both well armed." "What! go this very day?" "Ay, this very hour. I can bear thy absence for a day or two more,--I have borne it so long; but I cannot bear thy plighted word to stand in doubt a day, no, not an hour. I am your wife, sir, your true and loving wife: your honor is mine, and is as dear to me now as it was when you saw me with Father Leonard in the Grove, and read me all awry. Don't wait a moment. Begone at once." "Nay, nay, if I go to-morrow, I shall be in time."