“Oh, of course, sir,” cried Macey.
“I can’t let two go up,” said the doctor.
Macey looked at Gilmore.
“I’ll give way if you’ll promise to let me have first turn next time.”
“Agreed,” said Macey; and Gilmore went off back to give the doctor’s report to the rector, while Macey was led upstairs gently by Aunt Hannah, and after again promising to be very quiet, let into Vane’s room, and the door closed behind him.
Vane was lying, gazing drowsily at the window, but the closing of the door made him turn his eyes toward the new comer, when his face lit up directly.
“What, Aleck!” he said faintly.
“What, old Weathercock!” cried Macey, running to the bed. “Oh, I say, old chap, it does one good to see you better, I say you’re going to be quite well now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am better. But have they caught them?”
“Eh? Caught what?”