Nurse Elisia Part 18

"We've had one in consultation, but he has gone back."

"But our doctor here is not attending him, for I met him, and he was asking about it, and thought it rather strange that he had not been sent for."

"Humph! You see, my brother is attending him."

"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Sir Cheltnam. "Well, it's no business of mine, but if anything happened to the old man it wouldn't look well, and people would talk about it a good deal. I say, isn't your brother rather disposed to ride the high horse?"

Alison winced.

"What do you mean?" he said rather roughly. "Oh, nothing much. A bit haughty with me, as if he did not approve of my pretensions. Coming the elder brother a bit, and I'm getting nervous as to what it is going to be now your father is down."

"Oh, it is only Neil's way," said Alison sulkily. "And you don't seem much better. If you came over to my place, I should ask you in, and call a man to take your horse."

"How can I ask you in at a time like this?" said Alison apologetically.

"Easily enough, and take me into the drawing room. How is Isabel?"

"Broken-hearted, nearly. This came about directly after the governor had given Tom Beck his _conge_."

"Then he had done that?"

"Yes; and the little girl's a bit sore about it."

"Cheerful for me!" said Sir Cheltnam.

"Bah! He'll be off to sea directly, and she'll soon forget him."

"Then you think I had better not come in to-day? I'm off, then. Wish the old man better. I'll come on again to-morrow to see how he is. I say, tell Isabel I called and was in great trouble, and that sort of thing."

"Oh, yes; all right," growled Alison.

"Pleasant sort of a brother-in-law in prospective," said Sir Cheltnam to himself, as he cantered off.

"Takes it as a matter of course that he is to have her," muttered Alison. "I'm not so sure."

He bit one of his nails and watched the visitor till he was out of sight, and still stood at the foot of the steps frowning.

"Even he sees it," he muttered. "I won't stand any more of his arbitrary ways. He is only a year older than I am, and yet he is to lord it over me as if I were a child. Why should he take the lead in everything? Is he to do so always? Not if I know it. If all this means that a new king reigns in Hightoft, it is not going to be brother Neil."

Almost in perfect ignorance of what was going on downstairs, Neil remained patiently watching by his father's side. Aunt and sister had both begged him to go and lie down, insisting upon the fact that he would be quite helpless at night, and that it was his duty, so as to be ready to watch again, but he only smiled.

"My dear Aunt," he said at last to that lady, who was greatly agitated in his behalf, "a doctor grows used to watching by his patient's bedside, and gets little s.n.a.t.c.hes of sleep which refresh him. Believe me, I am not a bit tired."

At that moment Isabel entered the room with a telegram.

"For you, Neil, dear," she said.

"It has been opened."

"Yes, dear, Alison opened it. He said it must be for him."

Neil frowned, but said no more, and taking out the telegram he read:

"The nurse leaves town this afternoon. Let a carriage meet her at the station.

"Hayle."

"Hah!" he said, pa.s.sing the letter to his aunt. "I am glad of that; it will set me free, and the help of a good nurse at a time like this is invaluable."

"But shall we be able to trust her?" said Aunt Anne. "My experience of nurses is that they are dreadful women, who drink and go to sleep in sickrooms, and the patient cannot wake them, and dies for want of attention."

"Oh, Aunt!" cried Isabel.

"I am a.s.sured that it is quite true, my dear," said Aunt Anne, didactically.

"I think we have changed all that, Aunt, dear," said Neil, smiling.

"Sir Denton would not send down any woman who is not thoroughly trustworthy."

Aunt Anne pursed up her lips, and tried to look wise and full of experience--a difficult task for a lady with her plump, dimpled countenance.

"Well, my dear," she said, "I hope so; but it always seems to me that the selection of an attendant for a sick man is a lady's duty, and I cannot believe in the choice made by a man, and such an old man too.

But there, we shall see."

"Yes, Aunt, dear," said Neil, smiling, "we shall see."

Aunt Anne was left in charge of the patient, very much to her satisfaction, so that Neil could go down with Isabel for a rest and a little fresh air.

As they reached the hall they met Alison, who came up directly.

"Oh, Neil," he said, "I opened that telegram thinking it might be meant for me."

"Yes," said his brother. "I heard that you did."

"Quite a mistake I hope you don't mind."

"I have other things to take my attention," replied Neil. "Come, Isabel, let's have a walk up and down in the fresh air. I can't stay long."

He led the way out on to the drive, and, after hesitating for a few moments, Alison followed, frowning, just as the sound of horses' hoofs was heard, and Saxa and Dana Lydon rode up.

"Well, how's the dad?" cried Saxa boisterously. "Going on all right?

Glad of it. You boys are making too much fuss over it. Nature soon cures a fall. It isn't like a disease, is it, Doctor?"

"It's of no use to ask him," said Dana merrily. "He'll pull a professional face, and make the worst of it, and then by and by, rub his hands and say, `There; see what a clever fellow I am.'"

"Yes," said Saxa maliciously, "when I could have set him right with some embrocation and a bit of flannel bandage."

"Glad the old man's better," cried Dana. "Here, you people look white and worried. Order out the horses and come for an hour's ride."

"Would you like to go, Isabel?" asked Neil.