"And then?" asked Lady Jim.
"Your husband must go to Jamaica, to wait events."
"What events?"
"Those which I propose to bring about," retorted Demetrius, who had his reasons for not explaining himself too fully.
Leah did not question him closely. With a selfish regard for her own safety, in case anything might leak out, she preferred that the doctor should arrange matters in his own way. But she obeyed instructions to the extent of hinting to the Duke that Kingston was the very best place for dear Jim's weak lungs.
"Will you go with him?" asked Pentland, anxiously.
"Oh no," said Lady Jim, sweetly; "we mustn't make too much fuss over him, else he'll think he's going to die."
"He might," sighed the Duke. "I had an uncle----" and he described the sufferings of old Lord George for the tenth time.
Leah comforted him after the manner of one Bildad, a Shuhite. "Oh, Kingston will do Jim no end of good, my dear Duke. It won't cure one lung, but it may patch up the other. And then, you know, if he gets worse, I can always reach him in fourteen days."
"Does Demetrius think he will die?" asked the Duke, piteously.