and then tasted the rich delight of forgetting himself in admiring
obedience to a real superior.

But there Tregarva lay lifeless, with folded hands, and a quiet
satisfied smile, while Honoria watched and watched with parted lips,
unconscious of the presence of every one.

Five minutes!--ten!

'Carry him to the house,' said the colonel, in a despairing tone,
after another attempt.

'He moves!' 'No!' 'He does!' 'He breathes!' 'Look at his
eyelids!'

Slowly his eyes opened.

'Where am I? All gone? Sweet dreams--blessed dreams!'

His eye met Honoria's. One big deep sigh swelled to his lips and
burst. She seemed to recollect herself, rose, passed her arm
through Argemone's, and walked slowly away.



CHAPTER IV: AN 'INGLORIOUS MILTON'



Argemone, sweet prude, thought herself bound to read Honoria a