"How else could you have brought up such a troublesome set of nephews and nieces?" exclaimed Bessie. "We must have tried your patience severely, Aunt Faith. But we do love you dearly, every one of us." And the impulsive girl threw her arms around her aunt and kissed her affectionately. About half-past nine they heard the sound of the gate, and recognized Hugh's step on the gravel walk. "How is he, Hugh?" said Bessie, before he came in sight. "He is a very sick man," replied Hugh gravely, as he came up the steps. "The doctors are perplexed, for the case is not like ordinary fever. They think he will either be much better or much worse before morning." "Oh, Hugh; you do not mean that he is in any danger?" "Yes; so the doctors say. There is trouble with the brain, threatenings of congestion, I believe. As I said before, he will probably be out of danger before morning, or,--or, gone where he is fully prepared to go," said Hugh with emotion. "Then I shall go to see him now,--directly," said a strange, muffled voice behind them. "Sibyl!" exclaimed Aunt Faith. "Yes, aunt," said Sibyl, stepping forward and speaking in the same muffled voice. "I heard what Hugh said, and I wish to go directly to see Mr. Leslie; you must go with me." They all looked at her as she stood in the lighted hall; her face was deadly pale, and her eyes had a far-off look as though she saw something terrible in the distance. Behind her was Graham Marr looking perplexed and angry; he did not know what to do or say, and his usual graceful manner had given place to confused irritation. As Sibyl spoke he made an effort to regain his composure. "Ah!" he said, with studied carelessness, "so Leslie is sick, is he? I must really send a nurse to take care of him. I will do what I can for him, poor fellow!" "I shall be his nurse," said Sibyl, in the same strange, still voice. "You are joking, Miss Warrington. Of course you would not expose yourself so foolishly," said Graham angrily. "_I_ shall be his nurse. I shall go to-night," repeated Sibyl, without changing her attitude. Graham looked at her a moment as if about to continue the argument, but something in the set expression of her face convinced him of the hopelessness of the attempt. Curbing his annoyance under an appearance of amusement, he smiled and turned to Aunt Faith. "There is no use in combating a young lady, I suppose, Mrs. Sheldon. Really,--I had no idea it was so late. I must go. I will bid you good-night, ladies, and at the same time good-bye, as I shall soon leave Westerton for the summer." Then he turned again to Sibyl; "I shall meet you in Saratoga next week, I trust, Miss Warrington?" "No," said Sibyl, with the same far-off look in her eyes. "Aunt Faith, are you ready to go with me?" "Ah!" said Graham lightly; "you ladies change your minds so rapidly that it is difficult to follow you. But it is your privilege, I know, Farewell, then, Miss Warrington. Life is long,--we may meet again."