carriage turned right over--her head struck on the kerb stone--"

"Did you see?" said Ethel presently.

"I saw them lift her up." He spoke at intervals, as he could get
breath and bear to utter the words. "And papa--he was stunned--but
soon he sat up, said he would go to her--he looked at her--felt her
pulse, and then--sank down over her!"

"And did you say--I can't remember--was he hurt?"

The shuddering came again, "His arm--all twisted--broken," and his
voice sank into a faint whisper; Ethel was obliged to sprinkle him
again with water. "But he won't die?" said she, in a tone calm from
its bewilderment.

"Oh! no, no, no--"

"And Margaret?"

"They were bringing her home. I'll go and see. Oh! what's the
meaning of this?" exclaimed he, scolding himself, as, sitting up, he
was forced to rest his head on his shaking hand.

"You are still faint, dear Norman; you had better lie still, and I'll
go and see."

"Faint--stuff--how horridly stupid!" but he was obliged to lay his
head down again; and Ethel, scarcely less trembling, crept carefully
towards the stairs, but a dread of what she might meet came over her,