"It is all up with him, Granby," said Rowland, when the two were alone after examining the new Duke.
"A very bad case. You found out what was the matter at once?"
"God bless my soul, yes! It is as plain as the nose on your face. I knew you'd find it out, too. That's the reason I sent for you."
"And yet it is obscure, very obscure. I have met only three cases of the kind before. Have you met one?"
"No, not one. Nothing can be done."
"Nothing. He cannot last long."
The burly London baronet shook his head.
"Not a week?"
"Not half that, I think. Is there not another man hurt here? Do you wish me to see him?"
"Oh, he's all right. Only knocked about a bit by wind and water. Cuts and bruises, and nothing more, except exhaustion. He's a kind of hero, you know. Swam out with a rope. Wonderfully fine physique. He must be an uncommonly powerful man. He was the means of saving all the lives that were saved. What a funny thing that only the Duke and the Marquis should have been lost!"