Upon closer investigation, the laird almost
concluded he was dead; but on the merest chance something must be
done. Cosmo seemed dazed, and Lady Joan stood staring with lost
look, more of fright than of sorrow, but there was Grizzle, peeping
through between them, with bright searching eyes! On her
countenance was neither dismay, anxiety, nor distraction. She
nodded her head now and then as she gazed, looking as if she had
expected it all, and here it was.
"Rin an' fess het watter as fest's ye can, Grizzie," said the
laird. "My dear Lady Joan, go and dress, or you will be frozen to
death. We will do all we can. Cosmo, get the fire up as quickly as
possible--it is not quite out. But first you and I must get him
into bed, and cover him up warm, and I will rub his hands and feet
till the hot water comes."
As the laird said, everyone did. A pail of hot water was soon
brought, the fire was soon lighted, and the lady soon returned more
warmly clad. He made Grizzie put the pail on a chair by the
bed-side, and they got his feet in without raising him, or taking
him out of the blankets. Before long he gave a deep sigh, and
presently showed other signs of revival. When at length he opened
his eyes, he stared around him wildly, and for a moment it seemed
to all of them he had lost his reason. But the laird said he might
not yet have got over the drink he had taken, and if he could be
got to sleep, he would probably wake better.
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