"It's mostly shock, don't you know," he said, "and everything depends on keeping her quiet."
The relief, small as it was, was not lasting. When he had flung that final ill-considered speech at Rosamond he had really believed Nina's case hopeless.
If she got well Rosamond would be sure to learn that what he said wasn't true, and she would probably hate him all the more for it. Therefore, it was actually imperative that he have a word with Mrs. Darling at the very earliest opportunity.
"I mean to ask Dr. Dodson, at all events," he said. "When will he be here again?"
The Honorable Julian didn't know. He might be over in the afternoon, and, then, just as likely, he might not be over until evening.
"Waldron is burned worse than was thought," he added. "He never gave a sign, and yet he must have been suffering torments. His self-command was nothing short of Spartan."
But at this Carleigh frowned.
"We have thought best to wire for his wife," Archdeacon added.
"His wife!" exclaimed Caryll.
"Yes. Good little woman. Does a lot of slum work in London, and all that sort of thing, you know. Time was too much taken up to come down with him."