“I do wish it. When?”
“To-morrow night, perhaps?” Alleyn looked at Curtis who nodded. “To-morrow night, Lady Wutherwood.”
“What are they going to do with him?”
Curtis and Kantripp made deprecatory noises. The nurse put her hand on Lady Wutherwood’s shoulder. Tinkerton the maid, clucked thinly.
“Under the circumstances,” said Alleyn, “there will be an examination.”
“What will they do to him?”
Dr. Kantripp went to her and took her hand. “Now, now,” he said, “you must not distress yourself by thinking about these things.” He might have been a hundred miles away for all the notice she paid him. She did not withdraw her hand but he moved away, quickly and awkwardly.
“Will they do dreadful things to him?” she asked.
“The surgeon will examine the injury,” Alleyn said.
She was silent for a moment and then, on the same level note, “Before he returns,” she said, “tell them to cover his face.”