He could not tell just yet how serious her injuries were, he told her. They might not prove to be anything alarming, but her nervous system had undoubtedly suffered a severe shock which might prove to be worse than any hurt.
“Do you know her?” he asked, in conclusion, while his keen eyes searched Virgie’s beautiful face curiously. He had heard something of the heroism which she had shown that morning in saving the woman’s life.
“I know who she is,” she replied. “Her name is Lady Linton.”
“Hum! English, then,” interrupted the doctor, with a quick glance at the figure on the bed. “Any friends in this country?”
“She mentioned that she was on her way to Chicago to meet her son and daughter, and some other friends, but I do not know their address.”
“Where is her home?”
“With her brother, Sir William Heath, in Hampshire County, England.”
Virgie flushed scarlet as she spoke this name which she had not uttered before in years.
“She ought to have some friends here to care for her, but he is so far away it would be useless to send for him, at least until we know more about her condition. Was she traveling entirely alone?”
“I judge so. She spoke of no one being with her when she was found.”