“Yes, I wish I had,” said the curate sadly; “but Leo seems to take such pleasure in it—and who could foresee such a mishap as this?”
“I could,” said the doctor shortly. “Good thing she was not killed.”
“You don’t think the hurt serious?”
“Serious? No. Give her a good deal of pain, of course.”
“And the chill?”
“What chill?”
“The plunge into the river after a heated ride.”
“She changed her things at once, of course?”
“No,” said the curate. “It seems that out of bravado she insisted on mounting again, and then rode slowly home. She was shivering when she came in.”
“Why was I not told all this before?” said North sharply. “Look here, Salis, old fellow; she must go to bed directly, and take what I send her. Exercise your authority, or she will have a very serious cold.”