His face was deathlike, but she did not think he was dead.
She drew him out into the passage, for the room was close, and did
all she could to recover him; but for some time he did not even
breathe. At last his lips moved, and he murmured,
'Sandy, Sandy, ye've broken my bonnie leddy.'
Then he opened his eyes, and seeing a face to dream about bending in
kind consternation over him, closed them again with a smile and a
sigh, as if to prolong his dream.
The blood now came fast into his forsaken cheeks, and began to flow
again from the wound in his head. The lady bound it up with her
handkerchief. After a little he rose, though with difficulty, and
stared wildly about him, saying, with imperfect articulation,
'Father! father!' Then he looked at Miss St. John with a kind of
dazed inquiry in his eyes, tried several times to speak, and could
not.
'Can you walk at all?' asked Miss St. John, supporting him, for she
was anxious to leave the place.
'Yes, mem, weel eneuch,' he answered.
'Come along, then. I will help you home.'
'Na, na,' he said, as if he had just recalled something. 'Dinna min'
me. Rin hame, mem, or he'll see ye!'
'Who will see me?'
Robert stared more wildly, put his hand to his head, and made no
reply. She half led, half supported him down the stair, as far as
the first landing, when he cried out in a tone of anguish,
'My bonny leddy!'
'What is it?' asked Miss St. John, thinking he meant her.
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