Miss Moreton had sent for Mary Cuthbert, but no Mary Cuthbert appeared. Rather angry at this inattention, the impetuous heroine re-essayed her bell with additional violence. Alas! poor Mary heard it not; for, on leaving Miss Moreton's apartment, a faint sickness had overcome her, and she was found extended on the floor in her chamber, bereft of sense and motion.

Medical assistance was sent for; and the physician, who had attended Miss Moreton, was soon at the side of Mary. With looks of undissembled concern, he felt her pulse and observed her symptoms; and, asking to be shown to Miss Moreton's room, he instantly gave it, as his unequivocal opinion, that Miss Cuthbert was really seized with an alarming and dangerous fever, and that in all probability she had taken it at the barracks.

On hearing this intelligence, unmindful of Doctor Saville's presence, Miss Moreton began to look about her for her cloths, in order to array herself. He respected the enthusiasm of her feelings, which made her forget appearances in the contemplation of her young friends illness; but his own were speedily experiencing something not very remote from horror, when he heard Miss Moreton order a chaise, that she might immediately leave the house. – ‘I cannot answer for myself, if I witness the illness of my poor Eleve,’ said she to the Doctor; ‘on your care, Sir, I shall confidently rely; you have already rescued me from the jaws of the grave, to which the same cruel disorder had hurried me; my constitution could not brook a relapse, in the midst of the tumult which would oppress my anxious soul; and since 'tis “hard to combat,” I must “learn to fly.”

‘Here, Sir, is a small return for your attention to me; and assure yourself that, if you save the life of my friend, you shall not go unrewarded!’

Dr. Saville took five guineas of the twenty which Miss Moreton offered him.