"I wanted to see you, Toby," she said. "Just to tell you how, how——" And she paused a moment thinking that her insistence on the fact that her accident was no one's fault but her own, might seem suspicious—"how glad I was to see Lily yesterday!" she went on. "I wonder if she would come to see me; ask her. But you must go now; I can't talk. Just ring the bell as you go out. I want my maid."
She stretched a hand from under the bedclothes to him, and he took it with a sudden fright, feeling its cold feebleness.
"Good-bye, Kit," he said. "Get better soon."
She could not reply, for another sword of pain pierced her, and he went quickly out, ringing the bell as he passed the mantelpiece.
Jack was still in the hall when he came downstairs again, and he looked up in surprise at the speed of Toby's return.
"She fell down, she told me," he said. "You were quite right, Jack—not a word."
Jack had not time to reply when Kit's maid hurried downstairs into the hall.
"What is it?" asked Jack.
"Her ladyship is in great pain, my lord," she said. "She told me to send for the doctor at once."