"Trouble! Well, I don't know about that. This good lady here has been taking what trouble there was to take. Not such a vast deal, was it, ma'am?" The "good lady" who had begun to doubt the correctness of her assumption that these two were father and daughter, smoothed the shawl over May's feet, and murmured that they were not to mention it. Mr. Bragg pulled out his watch impatiently. "What! haven't they found anybody yet?" he said. "I sent off a man in a fly ten minutes ago." The attendant observed apologetically that the first doctor they'd gone to might not have been at home, and then they'd have to go on a goodish bit further. May started up on her elbow. "Doctor!" she cried, in dismay. "You haven't sent for a doctor?" "Yes, I have," answered Mr. Bragg, dismayed in his turn by her evident distress. "I couldn't do less. You might have been dying for anything I knew. You don't know how bad you looked!" "But I don't want a doctor. I'm quite well. I only want to go on. I want to go on to Granny." And May's head fell back on the pillow, while a tear forced its way beneath the closed eyelids. "You came by the slow down, didn't you? Ah, well, there's no passenger train going on that way before eleven-five to-night," observed the elderly female. At this intelligence the tears poured down May's cheeks, and she turned away her head on the cushion. "Don't cry! Don't fret!" exclaimed Mr. Bragg. "You shall be in Oldchester within an hour if the medical man says you're able to travel. I'll speak to the station-master at once. Only we _must_ hear what the doctor says, mustn't we? I dursn't run a risk, now durst I? You see that yourself. You're what you might call laid on my conscience to take care of. Good Lord, will this fool of a fellow never come back? I told him to drive as fast as he could pelt." May was crying now less from vexation than from exhaustion. "I'm _not_ ill, indeed," she murmured, trying to check her tears. "But, my dear young lady, people don't faint dead away like that, and look so white and ghastly, without there's _something_ the matter. It wasn't the news I told you upset you like that, surely?" "No; of course not. I think it was because I--I had had no dinner." "Lord bless me!" cried Mr. Bragg. "Why, you're starving! _That's_ what it is, then!" In his anxious solicitude for her Mr. Bragg would have ordered everything eatable to be brought which the refreshment-room afforded. But he yielded to May's entreaty that she might have a cup of tea and a piece of bread. The attendant suggested a teaspoonful of brandy in the tea, but at this May shook her head. Mr. Bragg, however, thought the suggestion a good one, and producing a small flask from his travelling bag, insisted on pouring a few drops of its contents into the cup of tea.