Fairchild was at her side in a twinkling. He knelt there, seizing her hands, and gazing with wild eyes into her face.
“She is dead! She is dead!” he groaned frantically.
“No, she has only fainted, from pain and exhaustion. But the consequences of a fainting fit in her condition may be terrible,” said I.
“Oh, my darling! my darling!” he sobbed, bending over till his cheek swept her breast.
I have not the heart to dwell upon what followed.
This paragraph, cut from _Galignant's Messenger_ of February 1, tells its own story:--
“_Fairchild.--On Wednesday morning, January 30, at the Hôtel de la Bourdonnaye, of _phrenitis_, Miriam Benary, wife of Henry Fairchild, of Adironda._”
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Two Women or One?, by Henry Harland