Angel had been seized by Robina, and forcibly withheld from flying out after the doctor; and when assured that Lance was gone, she had dashed upstairs, and hidden herself in bed, so that Felix was obliged to go to sleep without seeing her. Remonstrate as he would, he was not allowed to get up the next morning. Mr. Rugg, who came very early, assured him that the speed of his recovery greatly depended on perfect stillness at first, and told him that he would feel the injury if he tried to move; and Wilmet would not do anything but rejoice that he was compelled to submit to discipline that was so good for the cold, a much more real subject of anxiety.
'I must not grumble,' he sighed, as the doctor shut the door; 'but I did not reckon on such a stupid disaster when I got two boys to look after everything.'
'People will not mind for a few days.'
'I hope not. Tell Lance to send Lamb up to me as soon as he comes in. And would Clem walk over to Marshlands? or the Froggery will be in great commotion.'
'Perhaps Robina will go too; and they always like to have her.'
'And Angel? Poor child! I wish she would come.'
'I'll send her. I want you to talk to her. She is such a perplexity.'
'This was no fault of hers!' exclaimed Felix.
'I don't know that. Lance takes it on himself, and says it was just a squabble; but that is sure to have been her fault.'
'I shall not go into that,' said Felix.