All was silent save for the heavy breathing of the butler who had followed, under the impression that he had to deal with a lunatic.
“Which is your master’s room?” Gaunt demanded roughly.
“Who is there? What’s the meaning of this?”
A door had opened and Sir Felix, clothed in a dressing-gown, appeared.
“It is John Gaunt. You must come at once. The nurse says that my wife is better.”
“Mr. Gaunt, you forget yourself, I think.”
“I only remember that you are my wife’s doctor. She needs you, and you must come.”
“You are acting very strangely. I left instructions that Mr. Percival should attend to any pressing cases.”
“Sir Felix, you will come back with me at once. You told me that you could do no more. You said the issue was in God’s hands. I believe that He has decided the issue. But I am taking no risks. You may be able to help, and must come with me.”
“I think you cannot quite be responsible for what you are saying. I am not used to——”