Bingham; at least they tell me so. At any rate, when they
pulled her out of the water they pulled you after her. She had hold of
your hair."
"Great heavens!" he groaned, "and my weight must have dragged her down.
Is she dead, then?"
"We cannot quite say yet, not for certain. We think that she is."
"Pray God she is not dead," he said more to himself than to the other.
Then aloud--"Leave me; I am all right. Go and help with her. But stop,
come and tell me sometimes how it goes with her."
"Very well. I will send a woman to watch you," and he went.
Meanwhile in the other room the treatment of the drowned went slowly on.
Two hours had passed, and as yet Beatrice showed no signs of recovery.
The heart did not beat, no pulse stirred; but, as the doctor knew, life
might still linger in the tissues. Slowly, very slowly, the body was
turned to and fro, the head swaying, and the long hair falling now this
way and now that, but still no sign. Every resource known to medical
skill, such as hot air, rubbing, artificial respiration, electricity,
was applied and applied in vain, but still no sign!
Elizabeth, pale and pinched, stood by handing what might be required.
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