Camilla, in a broken voice, answered she had no carriage, and should walk. 'Walk?' he repeated; 'you are near five miles from Cleves!' Scarce in her senses, she hurried on without reply. 'What carriage did you come in, Miss Tyrold?' said Edgar to Lavinia. 'We came with Mrs. Arlbery.' 'Mrs. Arlbery?--she has been gone this half hour; I met her as I entered.' Camilla had now rushed out of doors, still handed by the Major. 'If you have no carriage in waiting,' said Edgar, 'make use, I beseech you, of mine!' 'O, gladly! O, thankfully!' cried Camilla, almost sobbing out her words. He flew then to call for his chaise, and the door-keeper, for whom Sir Sedley had inquired, came to them, accompanied by Jacob. 'O, Jacob!' she cried, breaking violently from the Major, 'tell me!--tell me!--my Uncle!--my dearest Uncle!' Jacob, in a tone of deep and unfeigned sorrow, said, his Master had been seized suddenly with the gout in his stomach, and that the doctor, who had been instantly fetched, had owned there was little hope. She could hear no more; the shock overpowered her, and she sunk nearly senseless into the arms of her sister. She was recovered, however, almost in a minute, and carried by Edgar into his chaise, in which he placed her between himself and the weeping Lavinia; hastily telling the two gentlemen, that his intimate connection with the family authorized his assisting and attending them at such a period. This was too well known to be disputed; and Sir Sedley and the Major, with great concern, uttered their good wishes and retreated. Jacob had already been for Mr. Tyrold, who had set off instantaneously on horseback. Camilla spoke not a word the first mile, which was spent in an hysteric sobbing: but, recovering a little afterwards, and sinking on the shoulder of her sister, 'O, Lavinia!' she cried, 'should we lose my Uncle----' A shower of tears wetted the neck of Lavinia, who mingled with them her own, though less violently, from having less connection with Sir Hugh, and a sensibility less ungovernable. She called herself upon the postillion to drive faster, and pressed Edgar continually to hurry him; but though he gave every charge she could desire, so much swifter were her wishes than any possible speed, that twenty times she entreated to get out, believing she could walk quicker than the horses galloped. When they arrived at the park gate, she was with difficulty held back from opening the chaise door; and when, at length, they stopt at the house porch, she could not wait for the step, and before Edgar could either precede or prevent her, threw herself into the arms of Jacob, who, having just dismounted, was fortunately at hand to save her from falling. She stopt not to ask any question; 'My Uncle!--my Uncle!' she cried, impetuously, and, rushing past all she met, was in his room in a moment.