“Yes, sir, I will,” said the old butler, piteously; “but my young master—will he live?”
“Please God!” said the lawyer simply.
“But he is not dead, sir?”
“There is your answer, man,” said Mr Girtle, for just then Capel uttered a low moan.
The old butler bent down on one knee, and Lydia darted at him a grateful look, as she saw him lift and press one cold hand, and then, laying it down, he rose, and went out of the room on tiptoe, raising his hands and his face towards Heaven.
“Was he stabbed—with that sword?” said Lydia, in a hoarse whisper.
“No, I think not. The doctor must soon be here,” was the reply.
In fact, five minutes later there was a quick knock at the door, and Dr Heston hurried in, followed by Artis.
“Give me the room,” he said quickly. “Ladies, please go.”
Katrine turned slowly, and glanced at Lydia.