Part 17 (1/2)
”Ido notunderstandanything,” he o to sleep”
He considered this gravely for a h, and he was so very, very tired He shut his eyes with a little sigh
When he awoke again it wasof the next day, and the sun strea him blink
Someone rustled forward, and he saas the lady who had called hio to sleep
He smiled, and a very thin hand came out of the bedclothes
”But who are you?” he demanded a little querulously
Miss Betty patted his hand gently
”Still worrying your poor head over that? I ah, to be sure, you don't knoho Di is!”
Re back to my lord
”Whywhyyou are the lady in the coach!TracyI reht of Tracy, but I'm the lady in the coach”
”And the other-”
”That was Diana Beauleigh, my niecethe pet You will see her when you are better”
”Butbutwhere aet excited, dear boy!”
”I'm thirty!” protested Jack with a wicked twinkle
”I should not have thought it, but thirty's a boy to h ”You are in Mr Beauleigh's houseDi's father, and my brother And here you will stay until you are quite recovered!”
Jack raised hi at the pain the ?” he demanded
Very firmly was he pushed back on to his pillows
”Will you be still? A nice thing 'twould be if you were to aggravate that wound of yours! You will have been here a week to-morrow Bless my heart, what ails the boy?”
For Jack's face took on an expression of incredulous horror
”A WEEK, madam? Never say so!”
”'Tis as true as I stand here And a nice fright you have given us, ith nearly dying, and raving about your dicks and your Jilanced up sharply
”Oh! So Italked?”
”Talk? Well, yes, if you can call all thatNow you ain”
For a while Carstares lay in silence He thought of Jiht of a better punishment had I tried,” he told himself, and then frowned
”Poor fellow! He'll be off his head with fright over me MisserBetty?”
”Well, and are you not asleep yet?”
”Asleep, Madanity ”I must write a letter”
”'Deed, an' you shall not!”
”But I must! 'Tis monstrous important, madam”
She shook her head resolutely
”Not until Mr Jaled up, biting his lip
”Then I shall get up!” he threatened
In an instant she was by his side
”No, no! Now lie down and be good!”
”I will not lie down and be good!”
”Then I shan't let you touch a pen for weeks!”
Jack became very masterful and frowned direfully upon her
”Mada allowed to write that letter!”
”Sir, I insist on your lying down!”
He controlled a twitching lip
”Woe betide you unless you bring me pen and paper, Miss Betty!”