in which ferdinand armine is much concerned.

the contingency which glastonbury feared, surely happened; miss grandison insisted upon immediately rushing to her ferdinand; and as the maiden aunt was still an invalid, and was incapable of enduring the fatigues of a rapid and anxious journey, she was left behind. within a few hours of the receipt of glastonbury’s letter, sir ratcliffe and lady armine, and their niece, were on their way. they found letters from glastonbury in london, which made them travel to armine even through the night.

in spite of all his remedies, the brain fever which the physician foresaw had occurred; and when his family arrived, the life of ferdinand was not only in danger but desperate. it was impossible that even the parents could see their child, and no one was allowed to enter his chamber but his nurse, the physician, and occasionally glastonbury; for this name, with others less familiar to the household, sounded so often on the frenzied lips of the sufferer, that it was recommended that glastonbury should often be at his bedside. yet he must leave it, to receive the wretched sir ratcliffe and his wife and their disconsolate companion. never was so much unhappiness congregated together under one roof; and yet, perhaps glastonbury, though the only one who retained the least command over himself, was, with his sad secret, the most woe-begone of the tribe.

as for lady armine, she sat without the door of her son’s chamber the whole day and night, clasping a crucifix in her hands, and absorbed in silent prayer. sir ratcliffe remained below prostrate. the unhappy katherine in vain offered the consolation she herself so needed; and would have wandered about that armine of which she had heard so much, and where she was to have been so happy, a forlorn and solitary being, had it not been for the attentions of the considerate glastonbury, who embraced every opportunity of being her companion. his patience, his heavenly resignation, his pious hope, his vigilant care, his spiritual consolation, occasionally even the gleams of agreeable converse with which he attempted to divert her mind, consoled and maintained her. how often did she look at his benignant countenance, and not wonder that the armines were so attached to this engaging and devoted friend?

for three days did the unhappy family expect in terrible anticipation that each moment would witness the last event in the life of their son. his distracted voice caught too often the vigilant and agonised ear of his mother; yet she gave no evidence of the pang, except by clasping her crucifix with increased energy. she had promised the physician that she would command herself, that no sound should escape her lips, and she rigidly fulfilled the contract on which she was permitted to remain.

on the eve of the fourth day ferdinand, who had never yet closed his eyes, but who had become during the last twelve hours somewhat more composed, fell into a slumber. the physician lightly dropped the hand which he had scarcely ever quitted, and, stealing out of the room, beckoned, his finger pressed to his lips, to lady armine to follow him. assured by the symbol that the worst had not yet happened, she followed the physician to the end of the gallery, and he then told her that immediate danger was past.

‘and now, my dear madam,’ said the physician to her, ‘you must breathe some fresh air. oblige me by descending.’

lady armine no longer refused; she repaired with a slow step to sir ratcliffe; she leant upon her husband’s breast as she murmured to him her hopes. they went forth together. katherine and glastonbury were in the garden. the appearance of lady armine gave them hopes. there was a faint smile on her face which needed not words to explain it. katherine sprang forward, and threw her arms round her aunt’s neck.

‘he may be saved! he may be saved,’ whispered the mother; for in this hushed house of impending death they had lost almost the power as well as the habit, of speaking in any other tone.

‘he sleeps,’ said the physician; ‘all present danger is past.’

‘it is too great joy,’ murmured katherine; and glastonbury advanced and caught in his arms her insensible form.