Colin entered the little salon once more with bated breath and eager anxiety. \'Is he alive yet, Minna?\' he asked in a low tone, as she came to meet him, pale and timid.

\'Alive, Colin, but hardly more. The fever\'s very serious, and Miss Russell says he\'s wandering in his mind terribly.\'

\'What\'s he saying, Minna? Did Miss Russell tell you?\'

\'Oh, yes, poor girl; she\'s crying her eyes out. She says, Colin, he\'s muttering that he has ruined Mr. Winthrop, and that he wished he was dead, and then they\'d both be happy.\' Colin went in without another word to the sick-room, and stood awhile by the bedside, listening anxiously to poor Audouin\'s incoherent mutterings. As he caught a word or two of his troubled thoughts, he made up his mind at once as to what he must do. Taking Hiram by the arm, he drew him quietly without a word into the salon. \'Winthrop,\' he said, \'I have something to explain to you. You must listen to it now, though it sounds irrelevant, because it\'s really a matter of life and death to Mr. Audouin. I\'ve just sold your Chattawauga Lake for seven thousand five hundred lire.

Hiram started in surprise for a moment, and then made a gesture of impatience. \'What does that matter, my dear fellow,\' he cried, \'when Mr. Audouin\'s just dying?\'

\'It matters a great deal,\' Colin answered; \'and if you\'ll wait and hear, you\'ll see it may be the means of saving his life for you.\'

Hiram sat down and listened with blanched face to Colin\'s story. Then Colin began at the beginning and told him all he knew: how Audouin had lost heart entirely at Hiram\'s want of success; how he had made a will, practically in Hiram\'s favour; and how he had gone out quite deliberately upon the Campagna, and caught the perniciosa, on purpose to kill himself for Hiram\'s benefit. At this point Hiram interrupted him for a moment. His lips were deadly pale, and he trembled violently, but he said in his usual calm voice, \'You do him an injustice there, Churchill. He didn\'t do it on purpose. I know him better than you do. Whatever he did, he did half unconsciously by way of meeting fate half way only. Mr. Audouin is quite incapable of breaking his promise.\'

Colin heard him and nodded acquiescence. It was no time, indeed, for discussing the abstract points of Audouin\'s character. Then he went on with his story, telling Hiram how the picture-dealers had come to him that morning, how he had sold Chattawauga Lake and several other of his pieces for excellent prices, and how the influx had been wholly due to a single paragraph in Truman\'s \'For-tuna Melliflua.\' As he spoke he handed Hiram the cutting to read, and Hiram read it rapidly through with an unwonted sense of relief and freedom \'I don\'t know, Churchill,\' he said when he had finished. \'I can\'t feel sure of it. But I think it has come in time to save his life for us.\'

They concerted a little scheme shortly between them, and then they went into the sick-room once more, where Audouin was now lying somewhat more quietly with his eyes half open. Hiram held up his head and gave him a dose of the mixture which had been ordered for him at moments of feebleness. It seemed to revive him a little. Then they sat down by the bed together, and began talking to one another in a low tone, so that Audouin could easily overhear them. He was less feverish, for the moment, and seemed quite sensible; so Colin said in a quiet voice, \'Yes, I sold Chattawauga Lake to old Focacci, who acts as agent, you know, for Magnus of London.\'

Audouin evidently overheard the words, and took in their meaning vaguely, for his eye turned towards Colin, and he seemed to listen with some attention.

\'How much did you sell it for?\' asked Hiram. He hated himself for even seeming to be thus talking about his own wretched pecuniary business when Audouin was perhaps dying, but he knew it was the only chance of rousing his best and earliest friend from that fatal torpor.

\'Seven thousand five hundred lire,\' answered Colin.

\'How much is that in our money?\'

\'In English money, three hundred pounds sterling,\' Colin replied, distinctly.

There was a little rustling in the bed, an attempt to sit up feebly, and then Audouin asked in a parched voice, \'How many dollars?\' \'Hush, hush, Mr. Audouin............