"Good heavens!" he exclaimed. "Mrs Milt, attend to my cousin as if I were here. Very sorry. Serious case," he continued, turning to his guest; and the next minute he had hurried from the house, to set off almost at a run for the Rectory. For Hartley Salis' note was very brief, but none the less urgent, containing as it did these words: "For Heaven's sake, come on! Leo has had a serious fall." CHAPTER FIFTEEN. A REFRACTORY PATIENT. Leo made light of her accident, though her shoulder was a good deal hurt, and she bore the bandaging of what was a serious wrench with the greatest fortitude. As North learned by degrees, there had been a magnificent run, but towards the last, when Leo was almost heading the field, the mare had become unmanageable, and had rushed at a dangerous jump, with the result that she fell, threw her rider on the bank of the deep little river, and, in her efforts to rise, entangled herself with Leo's habit, and rolled with her right into the water. "A most providential escape," said Salis, who looked pale with anxiety. "What nonsense, Hartley!" said the girl; "a bit of a bruise on the shoulder and a wetting." "Yes, but you would have been drowned if the gentlemen of the hunt had not galloped up to your aid." "But they always do gallop up to a lady's aid if her horse falls," said Leo, speaking excitedly. "There, don't make so much of it; and it was utterly absurd, Hartley, for you to send for a doctor for such a trifle." "Trifle or no, Miss Salis," said the doctor, "I should advise your seeking your bed at once." "Nonsense, Dr North!" "Well, then, I must insist," he said firmly. "Oh, very well," said Leo; "I suppose you are master, so I have no more to say. A little girl has had an accident, and so they put her to bed. Fudge!" "Leo, dear," said Mary, from her couch, "pray be advised. Dr North would not wish it if it were not necessary." "Certainly not," said North shortly, for he was annoyed at Leo's flippant manner, and ready to wonder why he had felt attracted that morning. "What nonsense, Mary!" cried Leo. "Pray don't you interfere." Mary sighed, and remained silent. "Well, as you please," said North. "I have given you good advice: act as you think best." He turned to go, but was followed into the hall by the curate. "Come into my room," said the latter, with a pained and perplexed look in his face. "This is very sad, old fellow." "What? being guardian to a couple of giddy girls?" said the doctor petulantly. "No, no: I beg your pardon; don't take any notice of my bitter way; but really, Salis, old boy, you had better have got rid of that mare." "Yes, I wish I had," said the curate sadly; "but Leo seems to take such pleasure in it--and who could foresee such a mishap as this?" "I could," said the doctor shortly. "Good thing she was not killed." "You don't think the hurt serious?" "Serious? No. Give her a good deal of pain, of course." "And the chill?" "What chill?"