"Don't you see he is almost fainting?" she demanded, reproachfully.
"Bring some brandy and cold water, quick! Oh, Dick, dear, speak to me!
Are you sure you are not wounded? If it is only want of food and sleep,
we can soon put that right, but do tell me if you have a wound."
Dick smiled, though he knew his face was white beneath the dust and
tan, and he could not lift his arms for the life of him.
"I'm all right," he whispered. "I suppose I'm suffering from heart
trouble, Irene. Haven't seen you for two nights and a day, you know."
He must have been a trifle light-headed, or he would not have spoken to
her in that way before her grandfather. Mr. Fenshawe, remembering the
girl's shyness of the previous day, may have thought a good deal, but
said nothing, seeing that Irene was supremely indifferent to either his
thoughts or his words at that instant, while Royson seemed to be
heedless of any other fact than the exceedingly pleasant one that his
beloved was holding a glass to his lips and asking him to gratify her
by swallowing the contents.
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