And then a hush,—and then the buzz of comment. Back to the little room once more, where they are gathered speechless about Hilary Vane. And the doctor comes young Dr. Tredway of Ripton, who is before all others.
“I expected this to happen, gentlemen,” he said, “and I have been here all day, at the request of Mr. Vane's son, for this purpose.”
“Austen!”
It was Hilary who spoke.
“I have sent for him,” said the doctor. “And now, gentlemen, if you will kindly—”
They withdrew and the doctor shut the door. Outside, the Honourable Giles is telling them how seriously he regards the responsibility of the honour thrust upon him by a great party. But nobody hears him in the wild rumours that fly from mouth to mouth as the hall empties. Rushing in against the tide outpouring, tall, stern, vigorous, is a young man whom many recognize, whose name is on many lips as they make way for him, who might have saved them if he would. The door of the little room opens, and he stands before his father, looking down at him. And the stern expression is gone from his face.
“Austen!” said Mr. Vane.
“Yes, Judge.”
“Take me away from here. Take me home—now—to-night.”
Austen glanced at Dr. Tredway.