“Ah!” exclaimed Hurst. “You are the doctor, the Comte’s follower with the strange eye. What of your master? How is he now?”
“Bad,” said Leoni softly.
“So much the better,” said Hurst bitterly. “Insensible?”
“At times, my lord.”
“Better still.”
“You speak strangely, my lord.”
“These are strange times, my man. I spoke so out of sympathy with your master. It may save him further pain.”
“Further pain?” said Leoni, earning the chamberlain’s term of the man “with the strange eye” by the peculiarly fixed look which was dimly seen.
“Yes, further pain. People who are insensible do not suffer, do they, doctor?”
“No, my lord; but what do you mean?”