The Quiet Gentleman

“Well, when she does come to herself, what you better do is to keep out of sight!” recommended Mr. Leek. “She’ll be all to pieces, and it won’t do her no good if the first thing she gets her ogles on is that hang-gallows face o’ yours!”

“Miss Morville,” said Turvey glacially, “is perfectly familiar with my countenance.”

“That don’t make it no better!” retorted Mr. Leek. “Nor you don’t have to use all them breakteeth words to me, because I ain’t the sort as can be gammoned easy! I knew a cove as talked the way you do — leastways, in the way of business I knew him! In fact, you remind me of him very strong. I disremember what his name was. He was on the dub-lay, and very clever with his fambles. He ended up in the Whit, o’ course.”

Fortunately, Miss Morville, at this perilous moment, stirred, and uttered a faint moan, which distracted everyone’s attention from the rival valets. Turvey at once picked up the sal volatile, and skilfully raised her sufficiently to enable her to swallow, while Mr. Leek, not to be outdone, held her broken arm. At first she paid no heed to Turvey’s request to her to open her mouth, but he persevered, and after a minute or two she seemed to collect herself, for she whispered something, and opened her eyes. Turvey then obliged her to drink the restorative, and she said, quite distinctly: “Oh, my head hurts me so!”

Turvey laid her down again, and turned away to direct one of the maids to procure a bowl of water, and some cloths.

“Martin!” uttered Miss Morville “No! Don’t let him go!”

“That’s right, miss!” said Mr. Leek hastily. “No one won’t let him go nowhere! Don’t you raise a breeze now!”

She raised one wavering hand to her head, but, to his relief, said no more. When the water was brought, and a wet cloth was laid over her brow, it was perceived that she had quite regained her senses, for she murmured a thank-you, and seemed perfectly to understand Turvey when he informed her that she had broken her arm, and must lie still until the doctor arrived to set the bone.

Long before Dr. Malpas reached Stanyon, the Dowager had been made aware of the fresh disaster which had overtaken her, and had descended the stairs to the Great Hall. She expressed concern over her young friend’s plight, and said that she did not understand how such a thing could have happened. She then announced her intention of sending a message instantly to Gilbourne House, and of herself remaining beside the sufferer.

“I should not wish Mrs. Morville to feel that any attention had been grudged,” she said. “But I do not know why there should be so many persons here. I do not understand how you came to allow it, Marple.”

This remark caused everyone except the housekeeper, Turvey, and her ladyship’s own maid, to withdraw from the Hall as unobtrusively as possible. The Dowager, seating herself majestically in a chair near the sofa, then recalled the various accidents which had befallen the members of her family, and the remedies which had been applied to their hurts; Turvey continued, unmoved, to renew the wet cloths about Miss Morville’s head; and Miss Morville lay with closed eyes, enduring a good deal of pain, but making no complaint.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Morville had arrived at the Castle before the doctor’s gig at last bowled up the avenue. Their daughter was able to smile at them, albeit rather wanly; and Mrs. Morville told her, with what the housekeeper thought a distressing lack of sensibility, that she would be better presently, and should be taken home as soon as the doctor had set her arm.

“Not yet!” Miss Morville said, for the first time showing signs of agitation. “Indeed, Mama, I could not!”

“No, my dear,” said her mother soothingly. “When you are better!”

The setting of the broken bone tried Miss Morville’s fortitude, but she bore it very well, only begging not to be moved for a little while, since she felt too faint to lift her head. The doctor said that the place for her to be in was her bed, but this suggestion was again productive of suppressed agitation.

“I think,” said Mrs. Morville, “that if she were to remain quietly on the sofa for a little while it would perhaps be best.”

“Ay, that’s it,” agreed the doctor, packing his bag again. “I have given her something which will make her very soon feel more the thing. No need for alarm, ma’am!”

At this moment, the Viscount walked into the Castle, and, perceiving that a large number of persons were gathered in the Great Hall, very naturally joined the party. He was much surprised to learn that Miss Morville had fallen downstairs, exclaiming, sympathizing, and asking so many questions that Mrs. Morville was provoked into telling him that what her daughter needed most was quiet.

“Ay, I’ll be bound she does!” said the Viscount, with ready understanding. “Head aching fit to split, eh, Miss Morville? Don’t I know it! Took a nasty toss myself once — forget the name of the place: somewhere near Tarbes, it was. Head didn’t stop aching for three days.”