"Oh, I am so glad! You have been to Captain Woodthorpe's, have you not? How are they both? Where is Mr. Pennant?"
"He will not return till morning," Mr. Fitzalan answered.
Hermione's face fell. "Are things so serious? Is it—Julia?"
"Yes. Mr. Dalrymple is in no danger, though much hurt."
"And they thought Julia was not hurt at all at first, Slade tells me. Do sit down, Mr. Fitzalan!" for he stood facing her, with his hand on the back of a chair.
"She did not appear to be."
"Was it true that she walked over two miles? Could she?"
"She did. It was wrong, of course; but till they had gone some distance she was not aware of her own state, and then she struggled on for Mr. Dalrymple's sake. That made matters much worse. She ought to have given in at once. They seem all to have been under the impression that Mr. Dalrymple was much more hurt than has proved to be the case."
"And Julia gave in—when?"
"When the doctor pronounced him to be in no danger."