"Up-stairs, of course!"
"Up-stairs!" Both men laughed, but only the elder echoed the word.
"Impossible, sir!" he said coolly.
"But I tell you he must be moved!" exclaimed the Doctor impatiently.
"You have risked his life already by your delay."
"Reassure yourself, sir," said the other, in the same tone as before.
"He shall be moved—I have said it!"
"Then where, if not up-stairs?"
"Out of the house."
"Out of the house—in this condition? You must be out of your mind! It will kill him!"
Doctor Brudenell was excited. He rebelled against this treatment of his patient—as his patient. As merely a man he would not have cared.
"Kill him—so be it!"
The speaker shrugged his shoulders, with a smile that expanded the scar on his cheek, and the Doctor involuntarily moderated his tone. He instinctively recognized that he had spoken too bluntly, too hastily to this man, who looked impenetrable.