"Take the men out," said the governor's quiet voice.
The men were taken out. The schoolmaster was already at the chaplain's side. With him were two or three of the prisoners who sang in the choir. The governor and the inspector came and looked down at the senseless man.
"Seems to be in a sort of fit," the schoolmaster said.
"Let some one go and see if the doctor has arrived. Ask him to come up here at once." With that the governor left the chapel, the inspector going with him. "It's no good our staying. He'll be all right. I--I don't feel quite well."
Major Hardinge looked at him shrewdly out of the corner of his eyes. "Does he drink?"
"Not that I am aware of. I have never heard of it before. I should say certainly not."
"Is he mad?"
"No-o--he has his peculiarities--but he certainly is not mad."
"Is he subject to fits?"
"I have not known of his having one before."