Wives and Daughters: An Every-Day Story - Page 280/572

He was lashing himself again into an impotent rage, painful to a son

to witness; but just then the little grandchild of old Silas, who

had held the Squire's horse during his visit to the sick man, came

running up, breathless:

"Please, sir, please, squire, mammy has sent me; grandfather has

wakened up sudden, and mammy says he's dying, and would you please

come; she says he'd take it as a kind compliment, she's sure."

So they went to the cottage, the Squire speaking never a word, but

suddenly feeling as if lifted out of a whirlwind and set down in a

still and awful place.