“Mind what you are doing,” said Leigh, quietly; and as Claud went on cutting he prepared bandages with one hand and his teeth, from another of the fine damask napkins; and in spite of the pain he suffered, bandaged the injury, and at last sank exhausted in a chair, but rose directly to go across to the library.
“How is she?” said Claud, anxiously, upon his return.
“The effects are passing off, and in two or three hours I hope she will come to.”
“Then look here,” said Claud, anxiously, “ought I to—I mean, ought you to send over to somebody and tell her how things are going on? She’ll be horribly anxious.”
Leigh frowned slightly.
“You mean my sister, of course,” he said. “No; she is aware that I was called in to a case of emergency, but she does not know that it is here.”
“Doesn’t she know? I say, though, I’m a bit puzzled how you came here.”
“This man fetched me.”
“Fetched you? How came he to do that?”
“In ignorance of who I was, of course. But how came you here so opportunely?”