Rose suddenly began to cry. Then the sight of her own tears frightened her, and she was as suddenly still.
“I’ll go,” said Jenny.
“No—you’d better let me go,” said Doris—“I’ve got my boots on.”
“Where’s Gervase?” asked Dr. Mount.
“He’s gone to fetch Mr. Luce from Vinehall—George asked for him.”
“How did he go? Has he been gone long?”
“He went in his car—he ought to be back quite soon. Oh, doctor, do you think it’s urgent ... I mean ... he seems easier now.”
Dr. Mount did not speak—he bent over George, who lay motionless and exhausted, but seemingly at peace.
“Is he conscious?” asked Rose.
“Perfectly, I should say. But don’t let him speak.”