‘I particularly requested him to say nothing more than that,’ said Miss Morville. ‘I believe it is what he would wish.’
A train of thought was set up in the Earl’s mind. He said suddenly: ‘She does not object to Pug, and they can make up ten beds.’
‘That is excellent,’ said Miss Morville calmly, sponging his face again. ‘Now you may rest.’
‘What happened to me?’ he asked.
‘You met with a slight accident, but it is of no consequence. You will be better directly.’
‘Oh!’ His eyelids were dropping again, but he smiled, and murmured: ‘You are always coming to my rescue!’
She returned no answer. He sank into a half-waking, halfdreaming state, aware of an occasional movement in the room, but not troubled by it. Once, a firm, light hand held his wrist for a minute, but he did not open his eyes.
But presently he was disturbed, rather to his annoyance, by a new and an unknown voice, which seemed to be asking a great many questions, and issuing a tiresome number of orders. It was interrupted by Ulverston’s voice several times. The Earl was not at all surprised when he heard the strange voice say: ‘I assure your lordship I should prefer to have no one but Miss Morville and the valet to assist me.’
Ulverston seemed to think that Miss Morville could not assist the stranger. He said, in his most imperious tone: ‘Nonsense! She could not do it!’
‘Yes, she could,’ said the Earl, roused by this injustice.
There was a moment’s silence, then his wrist was firmly held, and the strange voice said, directly above him: ‘Oh, so your lordship is awake, eh? That is very well, and we shall soon have you feeling more the thing… My lord, Miss Morville and I are old colleagues, and I know her to be equal to anything. You need not fear to leave the patient in our hands… That table, if you please, my man – what’s your name? Turvey? Very good, set it there, and the bowl upon it. Now, my lord, I am afraid I must hurt you a trifle – just a trifle!’
It soon became apparent to the Earl that the stranger had grossly understated the case. The hurt he began to inflict upon his patient was considerable enough first to wrench a groan from him, and then to make him grip his underlip resolutely between his teeth. He was just wondering how long he could endure when a pang, sharper than the rest, took from him all power of resistance, and he felt himself to be falling into an upsurging darkness, and lost consciousness.
He came round to find that he was once again being commanded to drink. He obeyed, and was lowered on to his pillows, and heard a cheerful voice say: ‘There! You have nothing to do now but to go to sleep, my lord. I shall come to see you in the morning, and I expect to find you much more comfortable.’
‘Thank you,’ murmured the Earl, wishing that he might be left in peace.
The wish was granted. Silence fell, broken only by the rattle of curtain-rings, drawn along the rods, and the crackle of the fire burning in the hearth.
When the Earl opened his eyes again, it was to shaded lamplight. He saw Miss Morville rise from a chair beside the fire, and cross the room towards him, and said faintly: ‘Good heavens, what o’clock is it?’
‘I have no very exact notion, my lord, but it doesn’t signify,’ she answered, laying her hand across his brow. She glanced towards the door leading into the dressing-room, which stood open, and said: ‘Yes, his lordship is awake, Turvey. If you will come in, I will go and prepare the broth for him.’
‘The housekeeper desired me to tell you, madam, that she should not go to bed, and would hold herself in readiness to prepare whatever might be needed.’
‘Thank you, I will go to her,’ Miss Morville said.
When she returned to the bedchamber, bearing a small tray, Turvey had raised his master a little against his pillows, combed out his tumbled gold curls, and straightened the bed-coverings. Beyond thanking him for the various services he performed, the Earl said nothing, nor did Turvey encourage him to speak. He was deft in his ministrations, but quite impersonal, his impassive countenance not betraying his opinion of a household in which such shocking accidents could occur. Upon Miss Morville’s entrance, he moved away from the bedside, and began to pick up some scraps of lint which had been allowed to fall on the floor. He then bowed, and said that he should be in the dressing-room when Miss Morville had need of him, and withdrew, closing the door behind him.
The Earl watched Miss Morville set down her tray on a table drawn up beside his bed, and said: ‘I remember now. Who – Did Chard see – ?’
‘No,’ she replied, seating herself, and picking up the bowl from the tray. ‘The horses, you know, were bolting, and by the time Chard had checked them you had lost consciousness, and he knew that it was more important to bring you home than to try to discover who had wounded you. Will you see if you can swallow some broth now? Oh, no! don’t disturb yourself! I am going to feed you.’
The Earl, who had tried to raise himself, said ruefully: ‘I seem to be as weak as a cat!’
‘You lost a great deal of blood,’ she said matter-of-factly. ‘If I were you, I would not try to talk.’
‘Yes, but I must know –’ He broke off, for she had presented a spoon to his lips.
He swallowed the broth in it, and said: ‘This is absurd! I am sure, if you could thrust another pillow behind me, I could feed myself!’
‘I expect you could,’ she agreed, presenting another spoonful. ‘You may do so, if you wish it very much.’
‘I ought to do so,’ he said, smiling, and submitting. ‘You should be in bed: I am persuaded it must be very late.’
‘I shall go to bed when you have had your broth. Do not tease yourself! I settled it with Turvey that I should remain with you for the first part of the night.’
‘Indeed, I am very much obliged to you – and very much ashamed to have put you to such trouble!’