The baronet came at last, looking calmer and more self-possessed, but still very pale.
Lady Rose came up to him, looking the question she could not ask.
"It is not death as yet," he said.
"But, tell me—oh! tell me, is there danger?"
"Great danger, the doctors think; all the more because they can find no wound."
"No wound! But that shot! that shot!"
The baronet shook his head.
"It is all a mystery as yet."
"But if he is not wounded?"
"There has been a fall—a blow; something which threatens congestion of the brain."