Forgue came behind in a devilish humour. He knew that first his ill
usage of Larkie, and then his preventing anything being said about
it, must have been the cause of the accident; but he felt with some
satisfaction--for self simply makes devils of us--that if she had
not refused to go out with him, it would not have happened; he would
not have allowed her to mount Larkie. "Served her right!" he caught
himself saying once, and was ashamed--but presently said it again.
Self is as full of worms as it can hold; God deliver us from it!
CHAPTER LXIX.
THE SICK-CHAMBER.
She was carried to her room and laid on her bed. The doctor
requested Mrs. Brookes and Donal to remain, and dismissed the rest,
then proceeded to examine her. There were no bones broken, he said,
but she must be kept very quiet. The windows must be darkened, and
she must if possible sleep. She gave Donal a faint smile, and a
pitiful glance, but did not speak. As he was following the doctor
from the room, she made a sign to Mrs. Brookes with her eyes that
she wanted to speak to him.
He came, and bent over to hear, for she spoke very feebly.
"You will come and see me, Mr. Grant?"
"I will, indeed, my lady."
"Every day?"
"Yes, most certainly," he replied.
She smiled, and so dismissed him. He went with his heart full.
A little way from the door stood Forgue, waiting for him to come
out.
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