"Just struck five, sir."
"What, five in the afternoon?" Ralph exclaimed.
"Yes, sir."
"I have slept," Ralph said, with a laugh. "However, I feel all right again, now.
"Is my brother up?"
"No, sir," the man said.
"Percy!" Ralph shouted, "It is five o"clock in the afternoon. Get up."
"The other gentleman is not in the next room, sir," the servant said.
"Is he not?" Ralph said, puzzled. "I was desperately sleepy last night, certainly; but not too sleepy, I should have thought, to have made a mistake about that. I feel sure he was in the next room."
"He was, sir," the servant said, "but Doctor Marcey, when he came to see you--just after you got into bed--ordered him to be carried at once into another room, in order that he might not disturb you.
He said it was essential that you should have your sleep out, undisturbed."
"But why should my brother disturb me?" Ralph asked, anxiously. "Is he not well?"
"No, sir, he has got fever. He has been calling out, a great deal.
He has got two sisters with him, and the doctor has been every hour."
By this time Ralph was out of bed.
"Here are some clothes, sir," the man said, handing them to him.
"The landlord thought you would want some at once, when you woke; and ordered three or four suits for you to try."
Ralph seized the first that came to hand, and threw them on.
"All Paris was talking about your getting through the enemy, last night, sir. There have been hundreds of people here to call."
Ralph did not even hear what was said.
"Now," he said, "take me to him, at once."
The servant led Ralph along a pa.s.sage and stopped at a door, at which he knocked. A Sister of Mercy opened the door.
"This is the other gentleman."
The sister opened the door for Ralph to enter.
"He is quiet now," she said, in a soft, compa.s.sionate tone.
Ralph went into the room. Percy lay in the bed, with his head surrounded with ice. His face was flushed, and his eyes wild. He was moving uneasily about, talking to himself.
"It is that schoolmaster who is at the bottom of it," he muttered.
"He was a traitor, and I thought we hung him, but I suppose we didn"t. Perhaps he got down, after we had gone off. If not, how could he have betrayed us again?
"I have heard of liquid fire, but that was liquid ice. It got into my veins, somehow, instead of blood. I tell you, Ralph, it"s no good. I can"t stand it any longer; but I will pay off that schoolmaster, first. Let me get at him," and he made an effort to rise.
The sister tried to restrain him, but so violent were his efforts to rise that Ralph--who was looking on, with tears streaming down his cheeks--was obliged to a.s.sist to hold him down. When he became quiet, the sister forced some medicine between his lips--Ralph holding up his head.
"Shall I speak to him?" Ralph asked. "He may know my voice."
"Better not, sir," the nurse said, "it would probably only set him off again."
"What does the doctor say about him?" Ralph asked.
"He says it is brain fever," the nurse said. "He only said it might be some days, before the crisis came; and that he could not give any decided opinion, at present. But he seemed to have hope."
"Thank G.o.d, at least, for that!" Ralph said, earnestly.
Percy, turning his head round again, caught sight of Ralph.
"Ah, there is that schoolmaster again! If no one else will hang him, I will do it, myself. Let me get at him!"
And he again made desperate efforts to get out of bed.
"You had better go, sir," one of the sisters said, urgently. "The sight of you makes him worse, and you can do him no good."
Seeing that it was so, Ralph reluctantly left the room; his only comfort being that Percy was as carefully tended, and looked after, as it was possible for him to be. He had scarcely returned to his room, when an officer was shown in.
"I daresay you hardly remember me," he said. "I came here with you, last night."
"I am very glad to see you again, and to thank you for the trouble you took," Ralph said. "I was too sleepy to do so, last night."
"Not at all," the officer answered. "However, I am here with a message from the general, now. He would have asked you to dine with him but, hearing of the state of your brother, he could not ask you to leave him for so long a time; but he would be glad if you would come to see him, for an hour, this evening. He wishes to know how you managed to pa.s.s through the German lines; and he also desires to be informed, as far as you can give such information, of the number and position of the enemy.
"What surprises us all, more than anything, is that the dispatches are dated the morning of the thirteenth instant; and you were picked up, by the Farcey, upon the evening of the sixteenth. It seems incredible that you should have done the distance, and managed to get through the German lines, in the time. Only one other messenger has got through; and his dispatches were more than ten days old, when they reached us, and had been forestalled by some pigeons. Your news is six days later than any we have received."
"We slept, on the night of the thirteenth, at Montargis," Ralph said; "on the fourteenth at Melun, on the fifteenth at Versailles; and last night--as you know--here."
"I must not get the information before the general," the officer said, with a laugh. "It is half-past six, now. The general dines at seven. At what time will you be with him? Shall we say nine?"
"I will be there at nine," Ralph said, "but the general will, I hope, excuse my coming either in uniform, or full dress of any kind. I have, of course, nothing with me."
"General Trochu will of course understand that," the officer said.
"Goodbye."
Ralph now went back to Percy"s room. The doctor had just come. He was accompanied by another medical man. Ralph stood by, in silent attention, while the doctor felt Percy"s pulse, and asked a few questions of the nurse. They then gave some orders, and said that fresh medicine should be sent in, in a quarter of an hour; and that they would come in again, at ten o"clock, to see how he was going on.
"What do you think of him, sir?" Ralph asked, as the doctor came out.
"He has a sharp attack of brain fever," the doctor said, "but he is young, with an excellent const.i.tution. I trust we shall pull him through. I cannot say anything for certain, at present--till the fever takes a turn, one way or the other--but I have strong hopes."