“No, no. Of course not. There, come into the house, it must have been some scoundrel trying what he could pick up. Come, Braine.”
They went back up the stairs into the room where Mrs Barnes and Mrs Braine were anxiously awaiting their coming, and told them that it was only a scare.
“Driscol heard some one about the place, and tried to hold him,” the doctor said. “Don’t be alarmed.”
“But I am alarmed,” said Mrs Barnes, excitedly. “I am sure there is some great trouble coming upon us.”
“Then act like a true Englishwoman,” said the doctor; “help your husband. Don’t hinder him by being weak and hysterical.”
“I’ll try,” said Mrs Barnes, speaking firmly.
“That’s right. Now Braine, what do you propose doing next?”
“Nothing. We must wait.”
“But Amy—my child?”
“I am thinking of her as much as you are,” said Mr Braine, “and I see no other course but to stand firm, and to give the rajah to understand that such a thing as he is bent upon is impossible. Mr Murray will stand by us.”