“Well, who is it?” he called in a low voice.
Mrs. Lupo came out of the shadows and stood before him.
“Lady going die?” she asked in a terrified whisper.
“Pretty ill, but she’s coming around.”
The woman looked vastly relieved.
“Young lady know?”
“She has never come back.”
Mrs. Lupo raised both hands in a gesture of despair.
“The marsh—I never told—I’m wicked woman!” she exclaimed.
“Good heavens!” said the doctor, “you mean to say you sent them through that bog? It’s full of suck holes. You have done enough wickedness for one day. Where is your husband? Hurry up, quick. Wake up the villagers. Get lanterns. Go find them!”