"Yes, I see, you know it all, and you'll _hate_ me now, as the others will, and I don't care."
Suspicions are one thing--faint, phantasmal; certainties quite another. Donica Gwynn looked appalled.
"Oh! poor Miss Jennie!" she cried at last, and burst into tears. Before this old domestic Lady Jane was standing--a statue of shame, of defiance--the fallen angelic.
"The curse of God's upon this room," said Donica, fiercely, drying her eyes. "I wish you had never set foot in it. Come away, my lady. I'll go and send at once for a carriage to the town, and we'll go together, ma'am, to Wardlock. Shall I, ma'am?"
"Yes, I'll go," said Lady Jane. "Let us go, you and I. I won't go with Lady Alice. I won't go with her."
"Good-bye, my lady; good-bye, Miss Jennie dear; I'll be here again presently."
Dressed for the journey, with her cloak on and bonnet, Lady Jane sat in an arm-chair, haggard, listless, watching the slow shuffling of her own foot upon the floor, while Donica departed to complete the arrangements for their journey.
The doctor from Slowton had arrived at last. The horses, all smoking with the break-neck speed at which they had been driven, stood at the hall-door steps. The doctor himself, with Pratt and the nurse, were up-stairs in the patient's room. The Rev. Dives Marlowe, looking uncomfortable and bilious, hovered about the back stairs that led to Sir Jekyl's apartment, to waylay the doctors on their way down, and listened for the sound of their voices, to gather from their tones something of their spirits and opinions respecting his brother, about whose attack he had instinctive misgivings. The interview was a long one. Before it was over Dives had gradually ascended to the room outside the Baronet's, and was looking out of the window on the prospect below with the countenance with which one might look on a bad balance-sheet.
The door opened, the doctors emerged--the Slowton man first, Pratt following, both looking grave as men returning from the sacrament.
"Oh! Mr. Dives Marlowe--the Rev. Dives Marlowe," murmured Pratt as the door was shut.
The lean practitioner from Slowton bowed low, and the ceremony over--
"Well, gentlemen?" inquired the Rev. Dives Marlowe.
"We are about to compare notes, and discuss the case a little--Doctor Pratt and I--and we shall then, sir, be in a position to say something a--a--definite, we hope."