Now, however, the anxious little woman, with a load of care that she was by no means used to weighing on her heart, was impelled to take advantage of the opportunity offered by Lucilla's reference to that momentous ball to put a question that had suddenly become to herself, tormentingly importunate. "Has anything been heard of that Mr. Dalrymple lately?" "Oh, yes," said Lucilla; "he is gradually getting better." "Getting better!" echoed Beatrice, sharply. "Why, what is the matter with him? Is he ill?" "Didn't you hear? He had a dreadful accident. He was breaking-in a young horse that was very wild, and it bucked him off, or did something, and he fell on his head. It is a wonder he didn't break his neck. No one saw it happen, for he was away on the plains by himself, and it was only when he did not come home at night that Mr. Gordon went to look for him. They were a long time finding him, and he had been there for hours, and he was quite insensible. There were some wild dogs sniffing at him, as if he were really dead. Indeed, Mr. Gordon said, if they hadn't found him when they did, the dingoes would probably have made an end of him. Was it not dreadful?" Mrs. Reade was staring at the fire, not displaying that interest in the narrative that its tragic details demanded, apparently. "When did it happen?" she asked quietly, without lifting her eyes. "Oh, some time ago--in December. We did not hear of it until January. But he is only now able to get out of bed and crawl about, poor fellow. He was dreadfully hurt. His brain was affected, and the summer weather in that hot place was so much against him. And, of course, he couldn't have what he wanted up there, and was too bad to be moved. Mrs. Digby went there to nurse him--the Hales took the children for her. It was enough to kill her, so delicate as she is; but she would go. She idolises him almost. Mr. Digby went with her, and stayed till the worst was over. And Mr. Gordon was most devoted--he went all the way to Melbourne to consult the doctors there about him, travelling night and day." "Were there no doctors nearer than Melbourne?" "Yes, of course; they had two. But he wanted the best opinions. He is Mr. Dalrymple's partner, you know, and they were old friends before they came out here." "And did Mr. Dalrymple seem to be any better after he got the Melbourne prescriptions?"