But he held out his hand to Hugh with a look which showed that he had not forgotten that morning on the church tower in the midst of all this trouble.
“Mr. Chichester indeed! I could hardly believe Dr. Lorry’s new colleague to be you. This is luck. I am very glad.”
His eyes were searching Hugh’s face as he spoke, as if to read there what he thought of little Pauly.
“These young men have all the science nowadays,” old Dr. Lorry said, in a very audible aside. “We’ll see him work wonders with the boy, please God!”
Pauly was lying in a sort of restless doze, and they would not wake him. One arm clasped Carlo’s black form to his heart.
“He wakes and cries for that beast if he finds it gone,” the Vicar whispered, with a sad little smile. “Tell Miss Lisle when you see her, Lorry.”
The eyes of the elder men watched Hugh with a pathetic eagerness as he bent above the little cot, feeling the wasted wrist, and listening to the uncertain breathing.
“These young men ... more scientific treatment,” the old doctor said again and again, in a husky whisper. But all Hugh said was, “I should like to consult with Dr. Lorry over a new treatment.”
Further directions having been given to the nurse, who seemed a capable kind of person, the doctors took their departure, and Mr. Seaton accompanied them out.
“You coming, Vicar?” Dr. Lorry questioned with surprise in his tone.