XXXVI
Amongthe many unnecessary things which Mr. Cato did in the bewilderment of Dwala’s sudden illness, the most unnecessary was to telegraph news of it to his sister, Lady Lillico.
‘Dwala ill lung hemorrhage doctors offer little hope recovery Wyndham.’
They were in the drawing-room when the telegram came, just preparing to go and dress for dinner.
‘How too perfectly frightful!’ cried Lady Lillico. ‘The Premier dying! I must go at once.’
‘Good Lord, Louisa, what for?’ said her husband.
‘Don’t be so cynical, John. If Wyndham has telegraphed for me?’
‘Are you going to nurse the Prince?’
‘Of course I am. Pray keep your insinuations for some more fitting time. What brutes men are! I believe you feelnothingeven now!’ At which she began to cry.
‘What about yer dinner?’
‘As if I could dine! Tell Hopkins to make up a little basket of something to eat on theway. One mustn’t give any extra trouble. Oh dear, oh dear; and my maid’s out! I shall have to take Emily. You must send Harper onat oncewhen she comes in.’
However, no feats of heroism were demanded of Lady Lillico. She found Mr. Cato and Huxtable waiting for her with a comfortable meal—Lady Wyse stayed with Dwala—for though the servants’ hall was all agog with the events of the afternoon, and the butler darkly prognosticated ‘the worst,’ things above stairs were in their usual train. And when she presented herself an hour later, almost gay with fine emotion, in a ‘business-like costume,’ cap and pinafore complete, in the darkened sick-room, Lady Wyse, who hurried to the door to check her entry—her violet eyes grown nearly black, and looking ‘very wicked,’ as Lady Lillico said afterwards—told her baldly that she would not be wanted till the morning.