"So you"ve had an accident, eh?" he said.
"Yes," whispered Jeanie, pressing a little closer to Piers.
"What happened?"
"I think it was a rabbit-hole," said Jeanie not very lucidly.
"Caught your foot and fell, I suppose?" said the doctor. "Was that all?
Did you do any walking after it?"
"Oh no!" said Jeanie, with a shudder. "Mr. Evesham carried me."
"I see." He was holding her wrist between his fingers. Very suddenly he looked at Piers again. "I can"t have you here," he said.
"Can"t you?" said Piers. He threw back his head with an aggressive movement, but said no more.
"Please let him stay!" said Jeanie beseechingly.
The doctor frowned.
In a low voice Avery intervened. "I told him he might--for the child"s sake."
Dr. Tudor turned his hawk eyes upon her. "Who are you, may I ask?"
Piers" free hand clenched, and a sudden hot flush rose to his forehead.
But Avery made answer before he could speak.
"I am the mother"s help at the Vicarage. My name is Denys--Mrs. Denys.
And Jeanie is in my care. Now, will you look at the injury?"
She smiled a little as she said it, but the decision of her speech was past disputing. Dr. Tudor regarded her piercingly for a moment or two, then without a word turned aside.
The tension went out of Piers" att.i.tude; he held Jeanie comfortingly close.
At the end of a brief examination the doctor spoke. "Yes. A simple fracture. I can soon put that to rights. You can help me, Mrs. Denys."
He went to work at once, giving occasional curt directions to Avery, while Jeanie clung convulsively to Piers, her face buried in his coat, and fought for self-control.
It was a very plucky fight, for the ordeal was a severe one; and when it was over the poor child broke down completely in spite of all her efforts and wept upon Piers" shoulder. He soothed and consoled her with the utmost kindness. It had been something of an ordeal for him also, and with relief he turned his attention to comforting her.
She soon grew calmer and apologized humbly for her weakness. "I don"t think I could have borne it without you," she told him, with tremulous sincerity. "But I"m so dreadfully sorry to have given you all this trouble."
"That"s all right," Piers a.s.sured her. "I"m glad you found me of use."
He dried her tears for the second time that afternoon, and then, with a somewhat obvious effort at civility, addressed the doctor.
"I suppose it will be all right to move her now? Can we take her home in the landaulette?"
Curtly the doctor made answer. "Very well indeed, I should say, if we lift her carefully and keep the foot straight. I"ll drive you to the Abbey if you like. I"m going up to see your grandfather."
"I don"t know why you should," said Piers quickly. "There"s nothing the matter with him."
Dr. Tudor made no reply. "Are you coming?" he asked.
"No, thanks." There was latent triumph in Piers" response. "If you are going up, you can give the order for the landaulette, and tell my grandfather I am staying to see Miss Lorimer safely home."
Dr. Tudor grunted and turned away, frowning.
"Well, so long!" he said to Jeanie. "I"ll look in on my way back, and lend a hand with moving you. But you will be all right now if you do as you"re told."
"Thank you," said Jeanie meekly.
He went out with Avery, and the door closed behind them.
Jeanie stole a glance at Piers who was looking decidedly grim.
"Yes," he said in answer. "I detest him, and he knows it."
Jeanie looked a little startled. "Oh, do you?" she said.
"Don"t you?" said Piers.
"I--I really don"t know. Isn"t it--isn"t it wrong to detest anyone!"
faltered Jeanie.
"Wrong!" said Piers. He frowned momentarily, then as suddenly he smiled.
He bent very abruptly and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes, of course it"s wrong," he said, "for the people who keep consciences."
"Oh, but--" Jeanie remonstrated, and then something in his face stopped her. She flushed and murmured in confusion, "Thank you for!--for kissing me!"
"Don"t mention it!" said Piers, with a laugh.
"I should like to kiss you if I may," said Jeanie. "You have been so very kind."
He bent his face to hers and received the kiss. "You"re a nice little girl," he said, and there was an odd note of feeling in the words for all their lightness that made Jeanie aware that in some fashion he was moved.
"I don"t think he is quite--quite happy, do you?" she said to Avery that night when the worst of her troubles were over, and she was safely back at the Vicarage.
And Avery answered thoughtfully, "Perhaps--not quite."
CHAPTER VIII
A TALK BY THE FIRE
The Reverend Stephen Lorimer was writing his sermon for the last Sunday in Advent. His theme was eternal punishment and one which he considered worthy of his utmost eloquence. There was nothing mythical or allegorical in that subject in the opinion of the Reverend Stephen. He believed in it most firmly, and the belief afforded him the keenest satisfaction. It was a nerve-shaking sermon. Had it been of a secular nature, it might almost have been described as inhuman, so obviously was it designed to render his hearers afraid to go home in the dark. But since it was not secular, it took the form of a fine piece of inspiration which, from Mr. Lorimer"s point of view at least, could scarcely fail to make the most stubborn heart in his congregation tremble. He pictured himself delivering his splendid rhetoric with a grand and n.o.ble severity as impressive as the words he had to utter, reading appreciation--possibly unwilling appreciation--and dawning uneasiness on the upturned faces of his listeners.