"Not any, your highness. A few drops of ether, and this attack will pass
over."

"Oh! thank you, David--my good David!" cried the prince, warmly. Then
turning toward Clemence, Rudolph added, "She lives--our daughter will
live."

Murphy had just cast his eyes over the note which David had placed in his
hand; he shuddered, and looked at the prince with affright.

"Yes, my old friend," said Rudolph, "in a short time my daughter will say
to Lady d'Harville," My mother!'"

"My lord," said Murphy, trembling, "the news of yesterday was false."

"What do you say?"

"A violent attack, followed by a fainting fit, had caused them to think
that the Countess M'Gregor was dead."

"The countess--"

"This morning there are hopes of saving her."

"Oh!" cried the prince, while Clemence looked at him with surprise, not
comprehending his altered appearance.

"My lord," said David, still occupied with Fleur-de Marie, "there is no
cause for the slightest uneasiness. But fresh air is necessary; the chair