"No; I lost some beside."
"Mind, now, don"t move. You may bring it on again; and you"re not in a condition to spare any. How did it happen?"
"A knife or something."
"A thrust, eh? Not a _cut_; I mean a _stab_?"
"Yes."
"About how long ago? What hour?"
Sir Jekyl hesitated.
"Oh! now come, Sir Jekyl, I beg pardon, but I really must know the _facts_."
"Remember your promise--awfully tired."
"Certainly. What o"clock?"
"Between one and two."
"You must have some claret;" and he opened the door and issued orders accordingly. The Doctor had his fingers on his pulse by this time.
"Give me some water; I"m dying of thirst," said the patient.
The Doctor obeyed.
"And there"s no gout at all, then?" said he.
"Not a bit," answered Sir Jekyl, pettishly; his temper and his breath seemed to be failing him a little.
"Did you feel faint when it happened, or after?"
"Just for a moment, when it happened, then pretty well; and when I got here, in a little time, worse, very faint; I think I did faint, but a little blood always does that for me. But it"s not deep, I know by the feel--only the muscle."
"H"m. I shan"t disturb these things till the nurse comes; glad there"s no gout, no complication."
The claret-jug was soon at the bedside, and the Doctor helped his patient to a few spoonfuls, and felt his pulse again.
"I must go home for the things, d"ye see? I shan"t be long away though.
Here, Tomlinson, you"ll give Sir Jekyl a spoonful or a gla.s.sful of this claret, d"ye mind, as often as he requires it. About every ten minutes a little to wet his lips; and mind, now, Sir Jekyl, drink any quant.i.ty rather than let yourself go down."
As he went from the room he signed to Tomlinson, who followed him quietly.
"See, now, my good fellow, this is rather a serious case, you understand me; and he must not be let down. Your master, Sir Jekyl, I say, he must be kept up. Keep a little claret to his lips, and if you see any pallor or moisture in his face, give it him by a gla.s.sful at a time; and go on, do you mind, till he begins to look natural again, for he"s in a very critical state; and if he were to faint, d"ye see, or anything, it might be a very serious thing; and you"d better ring for another bottle or two; but don"t leave him on any account."
They were interrupted here by a tapping in Sir Jekyl"s room. Lying on his back, he was rapping with his penknife on the table.
"Why the plague don"t you come?" he muttered, as Tomlinson drew near.
"Where"s Pratt? tell him I want him."
"Hey--no--no _pain_?" asked the Doctor.
"No; I want to know--I want to know what the devil you"ve been saying to him out there."
"Nothing; only a direction."
"Do you think--do you think I"m in _danger_?" said Sir Jekyl.
"Well, _no_. You needn"t be if you mind, but--but don"t refuse the claret, mind, and don"t be afraid of it if you feel a--a sinking, you know, any quant.i.ty; and I"ll be back before the nurse comes from the hospital; and--and don"t be excited, for you"ll do very well if you"ll only do as I tell you."
The Doctor nodded, standing by the bed, but he did not look so cheerfully as he spoke.
"I"ll be back in twenty minutes. Don"t be fidgety, you know; don"t stir, and you"ll do very nicely, I say."
When the Doctor was gone, Sir Jekyl said--
"Tomlinson."
"Yes, sir, please."
"Tomlinson, come here; let me see you."
"Yes, Sir Jekyl; sir--"
"I say, Tomlinson, you"ll tell the truth, mind."
"Yes, sir, please."
"Did that fellow say anything?"
"Yes, sir, please."
"Out with it."
""Twas claret, Sir Jekyl, please, sir."
"None of your d--d lies, sir. I heard him say "serious." What _was_ it?"
"Please, sir, he said as how you were to be kep up, sir, which it might be serious if otherwise. So he said, sir, please, it might be serious if you was not properly kep up with claret, please, sir."
"Come, Tomlinson--see I _must_ know. Did he say I was in a bad way--likely to die?--come." His face was certainly hollow and earthy enough just then to warrant forebodings.
"No, sir; certainly not, sir. No, sir, please, nothing of the kind."
The Baronet looked immeasurably more like himself.
"Give me some wine--a gla.s.s," said he.