He led Kate out of the conservatory. Doctor Frank offered his arm to Rose, still hovering guiltily aloof.
"And I believe you promised to initiate me into the mysteries of the German. Well, do you want me?"
This last was to a man-servant who had entered, and looked as if he had something to say.
"Yes, sir—if you are Doctor Danton."
"I am Doctor Danton. What is it?"
"It's a servant from the Hall, sir. Captain Danton's compliments, and would you go there at once?"
Rose gave a little scream, and clutched her companion's arm.
"Oh, Doctor Frank, can papa be sick?"
"No, Miss," said the man, respectfully, "it's not your father; it's the young woman what sews, Thomas says—" hesitating.
"Well," said Doctor Frank, "Thomas says what?"