This remark caused everyone except the housekeeper, Turvey, and her ladyship’s own maid, to withdraw from the Hall as unobtrusively as possible. The Dowager, seating herself majestically in a chair near the sofa, then recalled the various accidents which had befallen the members of her family, and the remedies which had been applied to their hurts; Turvey continued, unmoved, to renew the wet cloths about Miss Morville’s head; and Miss Morville lay with closed eyes, enduring a good deal of pain, but making no complaint.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Morville had arrived at the Castle before the doctor’s gig at last bowled up the avenue. Their daughter was able to smile at them, albeit rather wanly; and Mrs. Morville told her, with what the housekeeper thought a distressing lack of sensibility, that she would be better presently, and should be taken home as soon as the doctor had set her arm.
“Not yet!” Miss Morville said, for the first time showing signs of agitation. “Indeed, Mama, I could not!”
“No, my dear,” said her mother soothingly. “When you are better!”
The setting of the broken bone tried Miss Morville’s fortitude, but she bore it very well, only begging not to be moved for a little while, since she felt too faint to lift her head. The doctor said that the place for her to be in was her bed, but this suggestion was again productive of suppressed agitation.
“I think,” said Mrs. Morville, “that if she were to remain quietly on the sofa for a little while it would perhaps be best.”
“Ay, that’s it,” agreed the doctor, packing his bag again. “I have given her something which will make her very soon feel more the thing. No need for alarm, ma’am!”
At this moment, the Viscount walked into the Castle, and, perceiving that a large number of persons were gathered in the Great Hall, very naturally joined the party. He was much surprised to learn that Miss Morville had fallen downstairs, exclaiming, sympathizing, and asking so many questions that Mrs. Morville was provoked into telling him that what her daughter needed most was quiet.
“Ay, I’ll be bound she does!” said the Viscount, with ready understanding. “Head aching fit to split, eh, Miss Morville? Don’t I know it! Took a nasty toss myself once — forget the name of the place: somewhere near Tarbes, it was. Head didn’t stop aching for three days.”
“Well, I’ll come and see you again tomorrow, Miss Morville!” said Dr. Malpas bracingly. “I know I leave you in good hands.”