The knight laid his hand upon her arm--or rather, essayed to do so, but it fell again. His thoughts seemed to pass to another subject. "Crosse, I have been telling Thomas that I should not allow more than three per cent. on those deposits. Have you seen Mainwaring lately?" Mr. Snow stepped forward and administered something in a wine-glass. There appeared to be a difficulty in swallowing, and only part of it was taken. "He grows more restless," said the surgeon in an undertone. Sir George's eyes, as he was slightly raised to take the medicine, had fallen upon some object at the other end of the room, and continued to be strained on it. "Who has changed the position of the cabinet?" he exclaimed, in a stronger tone than he had yet spoken. It caused them all to turn and look at the spot. A fine old ebony cabinet, inlaid with silver, stood opposite the bed: had stood there ever since they removed to Lady Godolphin's Folly; transplanted thither from Ashlydyat. In the latter house, it had stood on the right of Sir George's bed: and his memory had evidently gone back to that. There could not be a better proof that he was fancying himself at Ashlydyat, lying in his own chamber. "Janet! why have you placed the cabinet there?" Janet Godolphin bent her head soothingly over him. "My dear father, it shall be moved, if you wish it." The knight looked at her, inquiringly for a moment, perhaps not recognizing her. Then he feebly essayed to look beyond her, as if her head interposed between his own view and something behind. "Hush, my dear, I am speaking to your mother. I want to know why she changed the place of the cabinet." "We thought you'd like it there, Sir George; that you could see it better there," interposed Margery, who knew better than most of them how to deal with the sick. "I'll have it put back before to-morrow morning." This satisfied him, and he lay still for a few minutes. They thought, he would sleep. Presently his eyes opened again, and they rested on George. "George, where's Charlotte?" "Who, sir?" demanded George, somewhat taken aback at the question. "Do you mean Charlotte Pain? She is at--she is not here." "Are you married yet?" "Oh no," said George hastily, while several pairs of wondering eyes were directed towards him, and those of the Reverend Mr. Hastings were of the number. "Time enough for that, father." "George!" next came the words, in a hollow whisper this time, "don't let her die, as Ethel did." "Not if I can help it," replied George, speaking without any serious meaning, except that of humouring his father. "And don't let Verrall go off the bargain with the money. He is keen that way; but he has no right to touch Charlotte's. If he does--Bessy, is Jekyl dead?" "Oh no, papa," said Bessy, suppressing her tears as she caressed her father's hand: it was in stooping to do this, that the knight had observed her. "Jekyl is well and hearty yet, and he asked after you to-day. He heard you were coming home."