“To Mrs. Gladwyne’s,” Lisle informed him.
“You walked to the house, after what Irvine said when you insisted on his taking the bandages off?”
“I took them off; he only protested. Anyway, I didn’t break my leg.”
Nasmyth noticed his gloomy expression.
“Well,” he responded, “I suppose there was very little use in warning you to keep quiet; but you look as if you had suffered for your rashness.”
“That’s true,” answered the Canadian with a grim smile. “After all, it’s what usually happens, isn’t it?”
They went in, Nasmyth a little puzzled by his companion’s manner; but Lisle offered no explanation of its cause.