"Well, in a general kind of way possibly. What's amiss with him?"
"According to these women here, there are two of him now."
"Good Lord, Sir Denzil! What do you mean? Two? How can there be two?"
"Ah, now you have me. I thought that you, as a doctor--as the doctor, in fact--could probably explain the matter." The doctor's red face reddened still more.
"Send for the women here--and the children," he said angrily.
Sir Denzil rang the bell, gave his instructions to the impassive Kennet, who had not yet fathomed the full intention of the matter, and in a few minutes Mrs. Lee and Nance, each with a child on her arm, stood before them.
"Now then, what's the meaning of all this?" asked Dr. Yool. "Which of these babies is Lady Susan's child?"
"We don't know, sir," said Mrs. Lee, with a curtsey.
"Don't know! Don't know! What the deuce do you mean by that, Mrs. Lee? Whose is the other child?"
"My daughter's, sir. It were born a day or two before the other, and we got 'em mixed and don't know which is which."