The man moved sulkily away, but I saw him more than once look back with an ugly expression in his eyes toward Victor, as he crossed the road and disappeared in the woods that skirted the highway.
Just at that moment, a sorrel horse drew up beside us, and an inquiring face was thrust out from the gig behind it.
"What's the matter, Michael? Anybody hurt? An accident, did you say?" inquired a voice that gave me a cold chill.
"That detestable doctor already!" And returning stiffly his salutations as he recognized me, and hurried up to the carriage, I said there had been no accident to anything but the pole of the carriage, and that was nearly remedied, and we had plenty of assistance.
The doctor bowed, but did not seem in the least discomposed by my too obvious rudeness, and leaning comfortably on the wheel, as the dismissed clown had done before him, continued to address me in a tone of easy familiarity that was too annoying to me to be concealed, and my face must have told the story; for Victor, calling to one of the men to hold the horses a moment, walked quickly up behind the doctor, and laying his hand heavily on his shoulder, said, in a tone by no means equivocal:
"I say, my good fellow, you are annoying this lady, and I must ask you to step back!"
The doctor did step back, and turning quickly, faced him.
"Victor Viennet, as I am a sinner!"
I looked on in wonder, as I saw Victor give a violent start, and change color; then recovering himself after a moment, he said, in altered voice:
"I ask your pardon, Dr. Hugh, I didn't see your face. How, under heaven, did you happen to turn up here?"