Neville brought a chair for his mother, but she shook her head, cautioning silence, and went noiselessly downstairs.
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Half an hour later Dr. Ogilvy emerged, saw Neville—walked up and inspected him, curiously.
"Well, Louis, what do you know about this?" he asked, buttoning his big thick rain-coat to the throat.
"Absolutely nothing, Billy, except that Miss West, who is a guest of the Countess d'Enver at Estwich, lost her way in the woods. How is she now?"
"All right," said the doctor, dryly.
"Is she conscious?"
"Perfectly."
"Awake?"
"Yes. She won't be—long."