"Lord Henry?" Mrs. Delarayne repeated, utterly confused.
"Yes, he did it by accident," Mrs. Tribe explained.
"Lord Henry!" the baronet ejaculated under his breath. "Damn Lord Henry!" And Mrs. Delarayne, Miss Mallowcoid, and Denis regarded him each in their own peculiar way.
Stephen was laid on Mrs. Delarayne's chaise-longue on the terrace. Brandy was fetched and Mrs. Delarayne knelt down beside him. His shoulder was already neatly bandaged, but his torn shirt, his waistcoat, and his sleeve, were saturated with blood.
"Is it painful, dear lad?" Mrs. Delarayne enquired.
"No, not so very," he replied.
"He only says that, of course!" Miss Mallowcoid averred in a whisper to Sir Joseph. "But you can see he's in agony." The spinster was evidently desirous of making the case look as black as possible.
"Who bandaged him up like that?" Sir Joseph asked of Guy.
"Lord Henry."
Sir Joseph tossed his head. It seemed as if he must never hear the last of that name. "But where is he?" he enquired.