"Well, I know nought of Tracy, but I'm the lady in the coach."
"And the other—"
"That was Diana Beauleigh, my niece—the pet. You will see her when you are better."
"But—but—where am I, madam?"
"Now don't get excited, dear boy!"
"I'm thirty!" protested Jack with a wicked twinkle.
"I should not have thought it, but thirty's a boy to me, in any case!" retorted Miss Betty, making him laugh. "You are in Mr. Beauleigh's house—Di's father, and my brother. And here you will stay until you are quite recovered!"
Jack raised himself on his elbow, grimacing at the pain the movement caused him.
"Egad, madam! have I been here long?" he demanded.
Very firmly was he pushed back on to his pillows.