"If my father has hurt them," he replied, "I doubt not that he had good reason for doing so, and they may die before I will fetch a physician to them."
With that insolent reply he turned on his heel and left the room.
"Vipers!" muttered the old man, indignantly, then he looked at Dinah sadly.
"My faithful old soul," he said, "you must do what you can for them. I must go and seek for help myself."
He went feebly from the room and across the lawn. Outside the gates he encountered a carriage waiting. The driver stood on the ground by the horses' heads, and a lady sat on the satin cushions with a troubled look on her lovely, blond face. She sprang out impulsively and came up to him.
"Oh, sir," she cried, "I know you are Mr. Glenalvan. Have you seen little Golden? She went into the hall a few minutes ago."
"I have seen her, I fear she is dead, and I must bring a doctor," the old man wailed, heart-brokenly.
She caught his arm and turned to the driver.
"Drive into town at your highest speed and fetch a physician," she said, throwing her purse at his feet, then she took the old man's arm and hurried him in.