“Oh, no, sir; he’s quiet enough, but he thinks it was only last night when he was knocked about.”
“Convalescents are often rather hazy about their chronology,” said the doctor.
“But he’s clear enough in one thing, sir; he says it was the two gipsy lads who set upon him with sticks.”
“Ah!” cried the doctor.
“And I came down to ask you if these two fellows ought not to be caught.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” cried the doctor. “But first of all we must be sure whether he is quite clear in his head. This may be an illusion.”
“Well, sir, it may be,” replied Macey, “but if I’d had such a knocking about as poor Vane, I shouldn’t make any mistake about it as soon as I could begin to think.”
“Stay here,” said the doctor. “I’ll go up and see him.”
He went up and all doubt about his nephew’s clearness of memory was at an end, for Vane began at once.
“I’ve been lying here some time, haven’t I, uncle?”