She could scarcely utter
her message as she stood under the gaze of blank amazement; but Mrs.
Aylward understood enough to make her start up without another word,
and hurry away, candle in hand.
Aurelia took up the other, and followed, trembling. When she reached
the outer room the rush of air almost blew out her light, and pausing,
afraid to pass on, she perceived that Mr. Belamour and Jumbo were
carrying the insensible form between them into the inner apartment,
while a moan or two filled her heart with pangs of self-reproach.
She hung about, in terrible anxiety, but not daring to come forward
while the others were engaged about the sufferer, for what seemed a
very long time before she heard Mrs. Aylward say, "His arm is broke,
sir. We must send for Dr. Hunter. The maids are all in their beds,
but I will go and wake one, and send her to the stables to call the
groom."
"I had best go," said Mr. Belamour. "You are of more use than I. He
sleeps at the stables, you say?" Then, seeing the waiting, watching
form of Aurelia, he said, "Come in, my poor child. Perhaps your voice
may rouse him." Every one, including himself, seemed to have forgotten
Mr. Belamour's horror of the light, for candles were flaring on all
the tables, as he led the you girl in, saying, "Speak to him.
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