“Yes, sir; quite, sir; and seemed to have been staggering about the road, trying to get home, for there was bl—”
“Hush, man! Only answer my questions,” cried Salis hastily. “You got him home?”
“Yes, sir,” said the man, who could not keep his eyes off Leo, who was gazing at him wildly—in a way which taught her brother that the old love for Tom Candlish was far from dead.
“And then—”
“And then, sir, as soon as we’d got him on his bed, I galloped off for Dr North, sir.”
“Yes.”
“But he’s ill, sir, and the housekeeper said he couldn’t come to the Hall.”
“Well?”
“I hardly knew what to do, then, sir; but as I was wondering what was best, Joe Chegg come up, sir—he used to be a groom, you know—and I jumped off the mare, and made him get up and go off to King’s Hampton to fetch Dr Benson, while I came on to you.”
“Quite right,” said Salis. “I’ll come on with you directly. Mary, my dear, send a line to Moredock to say that there will be no vestry meeting. Yes? You were going to speak, Leo.”