'You do me great injustice, Dorcas. I did not know, or even suspect that a hostile meeting between poor Lake and Bracton was thought of. I merely heard that there had been some trifling altercation in the supper-room; and when, intending to make peace between them, I alluded to it, just before we left, and Bracton said it was really nothing--quite blown over--and that he could not recollect what either had said. I was entirely deceived--you know I speak truth--quite deceived. They think it fair, you know, to dupe other people in such affairs; and I will also say,' he continued, a little haughtily, 'that you might have spared your censure until at least you had heard what I had to say.' 'I do believe you, Chelford; you are not vexed with me. Won't you shake hands?' He took her hand with a smile. 'And now,' said she, 'Chelford, ought not we to send for poor Rachel: her only brother? Is not it sad?' 'Certainly; shall I ask my mother, or will you write?' 'I will write,' she said. CHAPTER XXXIX. IN WHICH MISS RACHEL LAKE COMES TO BRANDON, AND DOCTOR BUDDLE CALLS AGAIN. In about an hour afterwards, Rachel Lake arrived in the carriage which had been despatched for her with Dorcas's note. She was a good deal muffled up, and looked very pale, and asked whether Miss Brandon was in her room, whither she glided rapidly up stairs. It was a sort of boudoir or dressing-room, with a few pretty old portraits and miniatures, and a number of Louis Quatorze looking-glasses hung round, and such pretty quaint cabriole gilt and pale green furniture. Dorcas met her at the door, and they kissed silently. 'How is he, Dorcas?' 'Very ill, dear, I'm afraid--sit down, darling.' Rachel was relieved, for in her panic she almost feared to ask if he were living. 'Is there immediate danger?' 'The doctor says not, but he is very much alarmed for to-morrow.' 'Oh! Dorcas, darling, he'll die; I know it. Oh! merciful Heaven! how tremendous.' 'You will not be so frightened in a little time. You have only just heard it, Rachel dearest, and you are startled. I was so myself.' 'I'd like to see him, Dorcas.' 'Sit here a little and rest, dear. The doctor will make his visit immediately, and then we can ask him. He's a good-natured little creature--poor old Buddle--and I am certain if it can safely be, he won't prevent it.' 'Where is he, darling--where is Stanley?' So Dorcas described as well as she could. 'Oh, poor Stanley. Oh, Stanley--poor Stanley,' gasped Rachel, with white lips. 'You have no idea, Dorcas--no one can--how terrific it is. Oh, poor Stanley--poor Stanley.' 'Drink this water, darling; you must not be so excited.' 'Dorcas, say what the doctor may, see him I must.' 'There is time to think of that, darling.' 'Has he spoken to anyone?' 'Very little, I believe. He whispers a few words now and then--that is all.' 'Nothing to Chelford--nothing particular, I mean?' 'No--nothing--at least that I have heard of.' 'Did he wish to see no one?'