'I don't like to leave him,' she said, in confidence, to Mr. Jardine; 'he seems so much worse this morning--wilder than I have ever seen him yet--and so white and haggard.' 'He is very bad, but your remaining indoors will do him no good. I will not leave him while you are away.' Ida yielded. It was a relief to her to submit to authority--to have some one able to tell her to do this or that. She felt utterly worn out in body and mind--all the energy, the calm strength of purpose, which had sustained her up to a certain point, was now exhausted. Despair had taken possession of her, and with despair came that dull apathy which is like death in life. John Jardine took his wife aside before he went back to Brian's rooms. 'I want you to take care of Ida, to keep with her all day. She has been sorely tried, poor soul, and needs all your love.' 'She shall have it in full measure,' answered Bessie. 'How grave and anxious you look! Is Brian very ill?' 'Very ill.' 'Dangerously?' 'I am afraid so. I shall hear what Mr. Fosbroke says presently, and if his report be bad, I shall telegraph for the physician.' 'Poor Brian! How strangely he talked at dinner last night! Oh, John, I hardly dare say it--but--is he out of his mind?' 'Temporarily--but it is the delirium of a kind of brain fever, not madness.' 'And he will recover?' 'Please God; but he is very low. I am seriously alarmed about him.' 'Poor dear Brian!' sighed Bess. 'He was once my favourite cousin. But I must go back to Ida. You need not be afraid of my neglecting her. I shan't leave her all day.' Mr. Jardine went to the housekeeper's room to make an inquiry. He wanted to know what that box from London had contained, a box delivered upon such and such a date. The housekeeper's mind was dark, or worse than dark upon the subject--an obscurity enlightened by flashes of delusive light. Two housemaids, and an odd man who looked after the coal scuttles, were produced, and gave their evidence in a manner which would have laid them open to the charge of rank prevarication and perjury, as to the receipt of a certain wooden box, which at some stages of the inquiry became hopelessly entangled with a hamper from the Petersfield fishmonger, and a band-box from Lady Palliser's Brighton milliner. 'The carriage must have been paid,' said the housekeeper, 'that's the difficulty. If there'd been anything to pay, it would have been entered in my book; but when the carriage is paid, don't you see, sir, it's out of my jurisdiction, as you may say,' with conscious pride in a free use of the English language, 'and I may hear nothing about it.' But now the odd man, after much thoughtful scratching of his head, was suddenly enlightened by a flash of memory from the paleozoic darkness of three weeks ago. He remembered a heavy wooden box that had come in his dinner-time--the fact of its coming at that eventful hour had evidently impressed him--and he had carried it up to Mr. Wendover's own sitting-room.