"We are going, Mr. Musk. I am carrying Georgie to your house."
Musk raised a ghastly face.
"He isn't dead?"
"No."
"Nor going to die?"
"God forbid! But the danger is great. The doctor is going to stay with him all night."
And there was a touch of jealousy in his tone, lost upon Jasper Musk, but not on him who inspired it. Silently they left the house, and stole down the drive in the blue twilight. Carlton led, treading almost on tip-toe, as if not to wake a child that only slept in his arms. And so they came to the Flint House, its master limping on the doctor's arm.
"Go in, Mr. Carlton," said Marigold. "There's no one else to carry him upstairs."
And he detained Jasper below.
"You must let that man stay till he is out of danger," the doctor said.