Rudyard ran forward and lifted her in his arms. Lady Tynemouth was beside him in an instant.
"Yes, that's right—you come," he said to her, and he carried the limp body up-stairs, the white violets in her dress crushed against his breast.
"Poor child—the war, of course; it means so much to them."
Thus, a kindly dowager, as she followed the Royalties down-stairs.
CHAPTER XXIV
ONE WHO CAME SEARCHING
"A lady to see you, sir."
"A lady? What should we be doing with ladies here, Gleg?"
"I'm sure I have no use for them, sir," replied Gleg, sourly. He was in no good humour. That very morning he had been told that his master was going to South Africa, and that he would not be needed there, but that he should remain in England, drawing his usual pay. Instead of receiving this statement with gratitude, Gleg had sniffed in a manner which, in any one else, would have been impertinence; and he had not even offered thanks.