The Squire's Daughter. Hocking Silas Kitto

questioned, with a look of perplexity in his eyes as he stood at the carriage door.

      "Why, where else should I take her?"

      "Is she from up the country?"

      "From up the country – no. Do you mean to say you've lived here all your life and don't know Miss Hamblyn?"

      "But she is only a girl," Ralph said, looking at the white face that was leaning against the doctor's shoulder.

      "Well?"

      "Miss Hamblyn is going to be married!"

      The doctor's face clouded in a moment.

      "I fear this will mean the postponement of the marriage," he said.

      Ralph groaned inwardly and turned away.

      "The doctor says you must drive round to the surgery before going on to Hamblyn Manor," he said, speaking to the coachman, and then he stood back and watched the carriage move away.

      It seemed to him like a funeral, with Jess as the mourner, limping slowly behind. The doctor hoped to avoid attracting attention in St. Goram. He did not know that Jess was following the carriage all the way.

      It was the sight of the riderless horse that attracted people's attention. Then, when the carriage pulled up at the doctor's door, someone bolder than the rest looked in at the window and caught a glimpse of the unconscious figure.

      The doctor's anger availed him nothing. Other people came and looked, and the news spread through St. Goram like wildfire, and in the end an enterprising lad took to his heels and ran all the distance to Hamblyn Manor that he might take to Sir John the evil tidings.

      CHAPTER IV

      A BITTER INTERVIEW

      Dr. Barrow remained at the Manor House most of the night. It was clear from his manner, as well as from the words he let fall, that he regarded Dorothy's case as serious. Sir John refused to go to bed.

      "I shall not sleep in any case," he said. "And I prefer to remain downstairs, so that I can hear the latest news."

      Lord Probus remained with him till after midnight, though very few words passed between them. Now and then they looked at each other in a dumb, despairing fashion, but neither had the courage to talk about what was uppermost in their thoughts.

      Just as the daylight was struggling into the room, the doctor came in silently, and dropped with a little sigh into an easy-chair.

      "Well?" Sir John questioned, looking at him with stony eyes.

      "She is a little easier for the moment," was the quiet, unemotional answer.

      "You think she will pull through?"

      "I hope so, but I shall be able to speak with more confidence later."

      "The wound in her head is a bad one?"

      The doctor smiled. "If that were all, we would soon have her on her feet again."

      "But what other injuries has she sustained?"

      "It is impossible to say just at present. She evidently fell under the horse. The wonder is she's alive at all."

      "I suppose nobody knows how it happened?" Sir John questioned after a pause.

      "Well, I believe nobody saw the accident, though young Ralph Penlogan was near the spot at the time – and a fortunate thing too, or she might have remained where she fell till midnight."

      "You have seen the young man?"

      "He had carried her in his arms from Treliskey Plantation to the junction of the high road."

      "Without assistance?"

      "Without assistance. What else could he do? There was not a soul near the spot. Since you closed the road through the plantation, it is never used now, except by the few people to whom you have granted the right of way."

      "So young Penlogan was in the plantation, was he?"

      "I really don't know. He may have been on the common."

      Sir John frowned. "Do you know," he said, after a pause, "that I dislike that young man exceedingly."

      "Indeed?"

      "He is altogether above his station. I believe he is clever, mind you, and all that, but what does a working-man's son want to bother himself with mechanics and chemistry for?"

      "Why not?" the doctor asked, with slightly raised eyebrows.

      "Why? Because this higher education, as it is called, is bringing the country to the dogs. Get an educated proletariat, and the reign of the nobility and gentry is at an end. You see the thin end of the wedge already. Your Board-school boys and girls are all cursed with notions; they are too big for their jackets, too high for their station; they have no respect for squire or parson, and they are too high and mighty to do honest work."

      "I cannot say that has been my experience," the doctor said quietly; and he rose from his chair and began to pull on his gloves.

      "You are not going?" Sir John questioned anxiously.

      "For an hour or two. I should like, with your permission, to telegraph to Dr. Roscommon. You know he is regarded now as the most famous surgeon in the county."

      "But surely, doctor – " Sir John began, with a look of consternation in his eyes.

      "I should like to have his opinion," the doctor said quietly.

      "Of course – of course! Get the best advice you can. No expense must be spared. My child must be saved at all costs."

      "Rest assured we shall do our best," the doctor answered, and quietly left the room.

      For the best part of another hour Sir John paced restlessly up and down the room, then he dropped into an easy-chair and fell fast asleep.

      He was aroused at length by a timid knock at the door.

      "Come in!" he answered sleepily, fancying for a moment that he was in bed, and that his servant had brought him his shaving-water.

      The next moment he was on his feet, with an agitated look in his eyes.

      A servant entered, followed by Ralph Penlogan, who looked as if he had not slept for the night.

      Instead of waiting to know if Sir John would see him, Ralph had stalked into the room on the servant's heels. He was too anxious to stand on ceremony, too eager to unburden his mind. He had never had a moment's peace since his meeting with Dorothy Hamblyn the previous afternoon. He felt like a criminal, and would have given all he possessed if he could have lived over the previous afternoon again.

      Sir John recognised him in a moment, and drew himself up stiffly. He never felt altogether at ease in the presence of the Penlogans. He knew that he had "done" the father, driven a most unfair bargain with him, and it is said a man never forgives a fellow-creature he has wronged.

      "I have come to speak to you about the accident to your daughter," Ralph said, plunging at once into the subject that filled his mind.

      "Yes, yes; I am glad you have called," Sir John said, walking to the mantelpiece and leaning his elbow on it.

      "I hope she is better?" Ralph went on. "You think she will recover?"

      "I am sorry to say she is very seriously injured," Sir John answered slowly; "but, naturally, we hope for the best."

      Ralph dropped his eyes to the floor, and for a moment was silent.

      "Dr. Barrow tells me that you were near the spot at the time of the accident," Sir John went on; "for that reason I am glad you have called."

      "There isn't much to tell," Ralph answered, without raising his eyes, "but I am anxious to tell what there is."

      "Ah!" Sir John gasped, glancing across at his visitor suspiciously.

      "After what has happened, you can't blame me more than I blame myself," Ralph went on; "though, of course, I never imagined for a moment that she would attempt to leap the gate."

      "I don't quite understand," Sir John said stiffly.

      "Well, it was this way. I was leaning