hariah had as yet spoken no word, nor had she moved towards him. The stranger was departing.
"Stop!" cried Zachariah, "you have not told me your name. I am too faint to say how much I owe you for your protection and kindness."
"Nonsense. My name is Maitland--Major Maitland, 1A Albany. Good- bye."
He was at the top of the stairs, when he turned round, and looking at Mrs. Coleman, observed musingly, "I think I'll send my doctor, and, if you will permit me, will call in a day or two."
She thanked him; he took her hand, politely pressed it to his lips, and rode off in the coach which had been waiting for him.
"What has happened, my dear? Tell me all about it," she inquired as she went back into the parlour, with just the least colour on her cheek, and perceptibly a little happier than she was five minutes before. She did nothing more than put her hand on his shoulder, but he brightened immediately. He told her the tale, and when it was over desired to lie down and to have some tea.