He had been carried to a farmhouse, from whence they had sent for the doctor.
“I am afraid he was kicked by his horse. I cannot for the life of me imagine how it could have happened to so fine a horseman.”
The doctor ended a little lamely. Young Gascoyne’s propensities were too well known for miles round his home for anyone to be ignorant of them.
I felt somewhat uncomfortable as we turned down the lane where I had left Harry Gascoyne. The doctor made no remark as we passed the spot where I knew he had been found.
I was full of curiosity as to how his sister would behave.
As we descended from the dog-cart, the doctor turned to her.
“I hope I have made myself clear.”
Miss Gascoyne stood silent for a few seconds, struggling for self-control. Then she answered quietly:
“Quite. You mean that my brother is dead?”
The doctor nodded his head gravely.