It was half past
ten o'clock.
Halcyone went to the window and looked out upon the trees in the
triangular piece of green. They were not her trees, but they were still
Nature, of a stunted kind, and they would understand and comfort her or,
at all events, enable her to regain some calm.
She took in deep breaths, and gradually a peace fell upon her. Her
friend God would never desert her, she felt.
And Priscilla said to herself:
"She's prayin' to them Immortals, I expect. Well, whoever she prays to,
she is a precious saint."
CHAPTER XXIII
Meanwhile, John Derringham lay betwixt life and death and was watched
over by the kind eye of Arabella Clinker. She had gathered quite a
number of facts in the night, while she had listened to his feverish
ravings--he was light-headed for several hours before the nurses
came--then the fever had decreased and though extremely weak he was
silent.
Arabella knew now that he loved Halcyone--that wood nymph they had seen
during their Easter Sunday walk--and that he had been going to meet her
when the accident had happened.
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