'What way?' said Hazel. 'Then if Mr. Rollo is so helpful, he might take care of Dr. Maryland altogether, and you could come to take care of me.'
Primrose laughed.
'O men cannot get along as women can—don't you know that?' she said. 'No, I want you for my Sunday school. What's the matter?'"
These last words were caused by a diversion of the speaker's thoughts. For she had noticed, while speaking, that a man had come in haste to the place where the two gentlemen were standing; and that after a very few words Mr. Falkirk had thrown on his hat and gone down the grassy slope with the messenger; while Rollo had turned as suddenly and was coming towards them.
CHAPTER XIX.
SELF-CONTROL.
Rollo came up with the grave, business look of one who has serious matters on hand.
'A messenger has come,' he said, speaking to Wych Hazel, 'to say that one of the men has met with an accident.'
He could see how the shock struck her, but she made no exclamation, only her hands met in a tight clasp as they had done in the woods' fire. She faced him silently, waiting more words.
'I don't know yet how bad it is. I am going to see; and I will come back to you by and by.'