Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories
"You insufferable cad!" cried Leigh, furiously.
"Yes, that's it. Quite right--cad; that's what I am, but I'm trying to
polish it off, Doctor. I say, tell me how she is. She was so bad."
"My sister has quite recovered."
"Hooray!" cried Claud, excitedly. "But, I say--the ankle. How is it?"
"Look here, my good fellow, you must go. I will not answer your
questions. Are you mad or an idiot?"
"Both," said Claud, coolly. "I say, you know, about that ankle. I
believe you were so savage that night that you kicked it and broke it."
"What!" cried Leigh, excitedly. "My good fellow, what do you take me
for?"
"Her brother, with an awful temper. Her father would not treat me like
you do, if he was alive. It was a cowardly, cruel act for a man to do."
"You are quite mistaken, sir," said Leigh, coldly, as he wondered to
himself that he should be drawn out like this. "My sister was
unfortunate enough to sprain her ankle."
"Glad of it," said Claud, bluntly. "I was afraid it was your doing, and
whenever I see you it sets my monkey up and makes me want to kick you.
Well, you've told me how she is, and that's some pay for all my hunting
about in town. I say, there's another chap down at Northwood stepped
into your shoes already. The mater has had him in for the guv'nor's
gout. He caught a cold up here with the hunting for Kate. It turned to
gout, and I've had all the hunting to do. Now you and I will join hands
and run her down."
Leigh made an angry gesture, which was easy enough to interpret--"How am
I to get rid of this insolent cad?"
Claud laughed.
"You can't do it," he said. "I say, Doctor, sink the pride, and all
that sort of thing. It's of no use to refuse help from a fellow you
don't like, if he's in earnest and means well. Now, just look here.
'Pon my soul, it's the truth. Kate Wilton has got a hundred and fifty
thou., and your sister hasn't got a penny. I'm not such a fool as you
think, for I can read you like a book. You were gone on Cousin Kate
long before you were asked to our house, and you'd give your life to
find her; and, mind, I don't believe it's for the sake of her money.
Well, I'm doing all I can to find her, and have been ever since you came
away. Why? I'll tell you. Because it will please little Jenny, who
about worships you, though you don't deserve it. And I tell you this,
Doctor: if I had found her I'd have come and told you straight--if I
could have found you, for Jenny's sake."
Leigh looked at him fixedly, trying hard to read the young man's face,
but there was no flinching, no quivering of eyelid, or twitch about the
lips. Claud gazed at him with a straightforward, dogged look which
carried with it conviction.
"Look here," sud Claud, "I haven't found out where she is."
"Indeed?" said Leigh, guardedly.
"But I've found out one thing."
With all the young doctor's mastery of self, he could not help an
inquiring glance.
Claud saw it, and smiled.
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