"Did I not tell you the child would come to himself all right? A
simple sedative--after the fright he had. He's trembling now, poor
boy. No, ma'am"--he turned to Plinny, who had risen, and was coming
forward solicitously; "let him sit upright for a moment, while he
comes to his bearings. Or, better still, when you have finished your
coffee--if Miss Belcher will be kind enough to pour it out for me--
we will take him out into the fresh air. Yes, yes, and the sooner
the better, for I see that Mr. Rogers is fidgeting to be out and
assure himself that the treasure has not taken wings."
He forced me gently back to my seat, and walked to the table.
"What were we saying? Ah, yes--to be sure--about the ice."
He lifted his coffee-cup with a steady hand, and, his eyes travelling
over it, fixed themselves on me, as though to make sure I was
recovering. "The ice is a surprise of Rosa's, and I assure you she
is proud of it. But (you may go, Rosa) I advise you to content
yourselves with wondering; for the water on these hills, strange to
say, is not healthy."
They voted the Doctor's advice to be good, and, having finished their
coffee, wandered out into the fresh air. Plinny took my arm, and,
leading me to the verandah, found me a comfortable seat, where I
could recline and compose myself, for I was trembling yet.
"They have stacked the treasure there beyond the last window," Plinny
informed me, nodding towards the end of the verandah, where Captain
Branscome, Mr. Rogers, and Mr. Goodfellow were already gathered and
busy in conversation. "In bulk it is less than we expected, but in
value (the Doctor says) it goes beyond everything. Three
hundredweight, they say, and in pure gems! He is to choose his
share, by-and-by; and then we have to contrive how to take it down to
the ship."
"Miss Plinlimmon," said the Captain, coming towards us, "you promised
me a word yesterday. I should wish to claim it now--that is, if
Harry can spare you."
I observed that his voice shook a little, but this I set down to
excitement.
"Did I? Yes, I remember."
Miss Plinlimmon's voice, too, was tremulous. She hesitated, and her
eyes in the dim light seemed to seek mine.
I assured her that I was recovering fast, here in the fresh air, and
that it would be a kindness, indeed, to leave me alone. She bent
quickly and kissed me. I wondered why, as she stepped past the
Captain and he followed her down the verandah steps.
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