But neither cries nor remorse touched the quiet of the face which lay unconscious of them all in that awful insensibility which affects us with a curious sympathy as something that one day must hold us also in thrall. They thought that he was dead, and when at last, after the doctor had tried all means of restoration, life struggled feebly back, it was so slight and so precarious that it scarcely seemed like life at all. "I suspect some blow was received in the fall; but the poor fellow was weakly before, and the shock has proved too much for his rallying powers," said Mr Bowles, under his breath. "Do you mean that he will die?" said Anthony, shocked. "You had better go and change your clothes, Mr Miles," said the doctor, evading the question. "Can you find your way to my house?" "I will go to the Bennetts', and hurry back as soon as possible. Is anything wanted?" "A little brandy for yourself. Nothing here, thank you." Anthony was quickly back again, and Mr Bennett with him, full of fussy good-nature. David had spoken a word or two, and the calm of his face had deepened into something that looked like happiness, as he lay with his eyes resting upon Nat Wills, who was burying his head in the bedclothes, and now and then lifting it to sob out remorseful words. But as his look turned towards Anthony, and lay there for a minute or two as if he were not sufficiently conscious to know who it was, those who were watching saw a sudden change pass over the still features. It might have been wonder, fear, even terror, which drew the muscles together and opened the eyes, but it was shown so sharply that every one turned at once to look in the same direction, and see what caused the movement. "You may as well just slip behind, the sight of you seems to excite him," said the young doctor, a little curious like the rest. As for Anthony, the intensity of the look fairly appalled him. He had disliked and opposed Stephens, but he was one of those people to whom it is always a shock to have ill-feeling returned, especially at a moment when he was full of kindly emotion towards the man whose life he had saved. "He wishes to say something. Keep back, good people," said Mr Bennett. "Is there anything you want, my poor fellow?" The pale lips parted and closed again. "He has not strength to bear questioning," said the doctor, impatiently. He would have stopped it more decidedly if that look had not remained upon the man's face, so terrible in its dumb language that it seemed as if something must be done to loosen its tension. And yet Anthony had drawn back into the shadows. After a moment's thinking, Mr Bowles motioned him forward. "You had better speak and find out what is the matter," he said in a low voice, "for something is exciting him more than he can long bear." Side by side with Nat Wills, Anthony Miles knelt down by the bedside. "Do you know me, David?" he said, with the gentleness that death teaches us.