between them, and everything was done that Anne had prompted, but in vain; while Captain Wentworth, staggering against the wall for his support, exclaimed in the bitterest agony--

“Oh God!

her father and mother!”

“A surgeon!” said Anne.

He caught the word; it seemed to rouse him at once, and saying only--”True, true, a surgeon this instant,” was darting away, when Anne eagerly suggested--

“Captain Benwick, would not it be better for Captain Benwick? He knows where a surgeon is to be found.”

Every one capable of thinking felt the advantage of the idea, and in a moment (it was all done in rapid moments)