Dr. Lorry stood up, trembling with eagerness. “Lord St. Quentin’s injury is the same as that which you have been describing,” he said. “If your Sir Anthony has saved this Duncombe, we must have him down to save St. Quentin!”
CHAPTER XXIV
THE WAITING OF TWO
A week later, and Sydney was at the Deanery again.
Hugh’s hero, the great surgeon who gave his services to the Blue-friars Hospital, had come down to see St. Quentin, and perform on him the operation which had saved the life of the man Duncombe.
Under these circumstances Lady Frederica declined absolutely remaining at the Castle.
“My nerves really wouldn’t stand it,” she explained. “I hate anything to do with illness, but hitherto St. Quentin’s has been kept comparatively in the background: in fact, it has been possible to forget it. But an operation—with doctors and nurses hovering round—and bulletins upon the door, and people expecting one to have a full, true, and particular account of how the patient is at one’s finger’s ends! No, thank you. I shall go to town, and Sydney shall come with me.”
But Sydney rebelled, and appealed against the verdict to her cousin.