The Quiet Gentleman

"Ay, thought of that myself!" agreed Ulverston. "Stupidest thing he could do, of course; but the more I think about it the more I think he's just the sort of rash young fool who would do it! No head, Ger! no head at all! Might even have repented of it as soon as he'd pulled the trigger. Lord, I haven't been staying here this while without learning a few things about your precious Martin! Done a lot of wild things in his time, because he wouldn't stop to think before he gave way to his passions! Wouldn't surprise me at all if he'd taken fright as soon as he realized what he'd done, and run for it. No, and I'll tell you another thing, Ger! It won't surprise me if he comes back, and tells us some hoaxing story to account for his having gone off like that. Just as soon as he's had time to get over his fright and see the folly of running away!"

"I must get up!" the Earl said, in a fretting tone. "I must get up!"

Rather alarmed at the consequence of this unguarded talk, Ulverston said hastily: "No, no, what good would that do? Dash it, I wish I hadn't told you!" He looked round quickly, as he heard the door open, and hailed Miss Morville's entrance with a mixture of relief and guilt. "Here, ma'am, come and tell St. Erth he must stay where he is! You won't like it, but I've told him his brother ain't been seen since yesterday, and what must he do but declare he shall get up?"

"It seems to me a great pity," said Miss Morville acidly, "that you cannot be left to bear Lord St. Erth company for a bare quarter of an hour without throwing him into a fever, my lord! I beg your pardon if I seem impolite, but I must desire you to go away!"

"Well, you do, ma'am! Devilish impolite!" said the Viscount indignantly. "Dash it, St. Erth had to know it!"

"If you do not go, my lord, I fear I shall become still more impolite!" Miss Morville warned him.

The Viscount retreated in no very good order, and Miss Morville, after a glance at her patient, went to the table and picked up a glass from it. Into this she poured a dose from an ominous bottle she had brought into the room, Gervase said in a tired voice: "More of your sedative draughts, Miss Morville?"

"It is merely the medicine Dr. Malpas ordered me to give you at this hour," she replied, bringing it to him.

He took it from her, but he did not at once raise the glass to his lips. "Lucy was right. I had to know."

"To be sure, but not now."

He again put his hand to his brow. "I wish I could think! My head feels like a block of wood!"

"Very likely. It will be better when you have recovered your strength, and that you may do by being patient, and doing as you are bid."

He smiled wryly, but lifted the glass, and drank its contents. "Does my stepmother know what is being said?"

"She does, of course. It is painful for her, but you cannot cure that."

"Poor woman! Assure her I shall not die! Ought I to see her?"

"No, you will see no one but Turvey and me until tomorrow."

He sighed, but even as she uttered the words the door opened, and Theo came softly into the room.

He was looking pale, and very grim. He said in a low voice to Miss Morville: "Ulverston told me I might see my cousin. How is he?"

"He is excessively tired, and would be the better for sleeping," answered Miss Morville.

He came farther into the room, and looked towards the bed. He saw that the Earl was awake and dreamily regarding him, and stepped closer, saying in a moved voice: "Gervase! How is it, my dear fellow?"

"Excellent! I could not wish for a cleaner wound."

"Chard told me the whole. I came at once—knowing I should never have left Stanyon!"

"Not now, if you please!" said Miss Morville.

Theo glanced at her. "No. You are very right! But Ulverston sent me to try what I could do to set his mind, at rest. I believe I know your will, Gervase. I will do whatever it is you wish me to do. If you want this affair to be hushed up, I will do my possible, upon my honour!"

"Yes, I knew I could depend upon you for that," Gervase said. "The doctor's story will answer the purpose as well as any other. I have now come to my senses, and I have disclosed to you that I caught a glimpse of a thick-set man in homespuns, skulking in the undergrowth. But Martin must be found!"

"He will be," Theo said soothingly. "Only do not fret, Gervase! I can take care of this for you, and I will."

"Thank you," Gervase said, his eyes half-closed.

Miss Morville signed to Theo to go, and he nodded, and went away without another word. She found the Earl's pulse to be tumultuous, and could only hope that rest and quiet would restore its even tone.