"
"And we have no medical man among our company. Yes; you are a surgeon--
you can be of assistance."
"I trust so, my dear Lady Eversleigh. I shall hurry to Sir Oswald
immediately, and in the meantime they have sent from the tower for
medical help."
"I must go to him!" said Honoria, wildly. "Call the servants, Mr.
Carrington! My carriage--this moment!"
She could scarcely utter the words in her excitement. Her voice had a
choking sound, and but for the surgeon's supporting arm she must have
fallen prone on the grass at his feet.
As she clung to his arm, as she gasped out her eager entreaties that he
would take her to her husband, a faint rustling stirred the underwood
beneath some sycamores at a little distance, and curious eyes peered
through the foliage.
Lydia Graham had happened to stroll that way. Her curiosity had been
excited by the absence of Lady Eversleigh from among her guests, and,
being no longer occupied by her flirtation with the young viscount, she
had set out in search of the missing Honoria.
She was amply rewarded for her trouble by the scene which she beheld
from her hiding-place among the sycamores.
She saw Victor and Lady Eversleigh talking to each other with every
appearance of agitation; she saw the baronet's wife clinging, in some
wild terror, to the arm of the surgeon; and she began to think that
Honoria Eversleigh was indeed the base and guilty wretch she would fain
have represented her.
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