Cicely left him still chuckling.
Soon afterwards she ran into Grimshaw, although she wished to avoid him. He spoke of Isaac:
“I believe he’ll pull through. The amazing thing is, he won’t die—positively refuses to do so. If the bed-sores yield to treatment, I shall tackle his leg.”
Cicely said tranquilly:
“I have faith in you, and so has he. It’s too awful that he should be in this condition.”
“Lady Selina has told you?”
He spoke with his usual incisiveness. Beneath his glance she flushed, saying hurriedly:
“She will consult Lord Wilverley to-night.”
“Good!”
“If—if you have anything you care to say to me—something you may have withheld from my mother out—out of consideration for her, I want to hear it.”