'Go in,' she said to Clare, 'and send for Doctor Bailey. Thomas can go on Red Robin.'
By this time the servants were gathering from all directions.
'Come,' Litvinoff spoke in a low voice, but a voice of authority, and led her towards the stable-yard. Coming round the corner they met Thomas.
'Oh, Thomas—' she began, when Litvinoff interrupted.
'Saddle Red Robin, and ride for Doctor Bailey—ride fast for your life! Now, Miss Stanley, for Heaven's sake don't give way; keep up. They may want linen for bandages, and brandy.'
She looked at him with wide-open, frightened eyes, but she obeyed him; and when those things were brought she stood looking mutely at him, like a child asking for directions.
'Sit down,' he said; and, pouring out some brandy-and-water, held it to her lips.
'Drink, and then you will be able, perhaps, to be of some use.'
They were in the drawing-room. Litvinoff noticed, even at that moment, the hundred dainty tokens of a cultivated woman's daily presence. As he set down the glass, past the closed door came the heavy tread of the men who were bringing the master back to his home.
Then Clare rose up. 'I will go to my father,' she said, turning a white, resolute face towards the door. 'Twenty of you shall not stop me!'