“One of you men, please fetch water and cognac!”

“At once, madam!” responded Andrew promptly, and hurried out.

She bent once more over my lord, gazing anxiously into his face.

“He will live? You⁠—are sure? He⁠—he must have rid all the way from Maltby⁠—for me!” She caught her breath on a sob, pressing one lifeless hand to her lips.

“For you, madam?” Richard looked an inquiry.

She blushed.

“Yes⁠—he⁠—we⁠—I⁠—”

“I see,” said Richard gravely.

She nodded.