"I'd better go right across and see if I can help," said Nan impulsively.
"No need. Isobel will be back this afternoon—I've wired her. And they've already 'phoned for a couple of trained nurses. Besides, Lady Gertrude's malady vanished the minute she heard Roger was injured. I think"—with a brief smile—"her illness was mostly due to the fact that Isobel was away, so of course she wanted to keep Roger by her side all the time. Lady G. must always have a 'retinue' in attendance, you know!"
A general smile acknowledged the truth of Sandy's diagnosis, but it was quickly smothered. The suddenness and gravity of the accident which had befallen Roger had shocked them all.
"What does the doctor say?" asked Penelope.
"He hasn't said anything very definite yet," replied Sandy. "He's afraid there's some injury to the spine, so he's wired for a Plymouth consultant. When he comes, they'll make a thorough examination."
"Ah!" Nan drew in her breath sharply.
"I suppose we shall hear to-night?" said Kitty. "The Plymouth man will get here early this afternoon."
"I'll come over and let you know the report," answered Sandy. "I'm going back to Trenby now, to see if I can do any errands or odd jobs for them. A man's a useful thing to have about the place at a time like this."
Kitty nodded soberly.
"Quite right, Sandy. And if there's anything we can any of us do to help, 'phone down at once."