Lily turned to the bedside once more before leaving the room, and Kit smiled in answer to her. Her face was terribly drawn and white, and the dew of pain stood on her forehead. Lily bent and kissed her, and left the room.
She rejoined Toby and Jack in the smoking-room. Jack got up when she entered with eyes of questioning.
"The doctor is with her," said Lily. "He will be sure to tell us as soon as he can."
"Do you think she is very bad?"
"I don't know. She is in dreadful pain. How on earth did she manage to fall so badly down these steps?"
"Did she tell you that?"
"Yes; she said it was entirely her own fault."
Jack turned away a moment.
"I knocked her down," he said at length.