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'But, said he, 'you say it has been moved. So what does 'Re do but say he must have heard somehow that it was moved, because it was impossible that he should have been able to see only just that much and no more.... Oh dear!" said Gwen, breaking off suddenly. "What a pleasure people do seem to take in being silly!" Sir Coupland proceeded to show deference to correct form.
Turning our eyes now northward across the Glen from Yeavering Bell, we are looking towards Coupland Castle, and the fact that it was built so late as the reign of James I. bears eloquent testimony to the insecurity of life and property on the Borders even at that period.
Sir Coupland Ellicott Merridew, F.R.S., F.R.C.S., F.R.C.P., etc. a whole alphabet of them was enjoying this moment of the first unalloyed holiday he had had for two years, by lying in bed till nine o'clock. If it made him too late for the collective breakfast in the new dining-room late Jacobean he had only to ring for a private subsection for himself.
No one had vouched for Death so far. Sir Coupland was already on the spot, having only stayed long enough to give particulars of the catastrophe to the Earl; but he was not by the bedside. He was outside the cottage, speaking with Dr. Nash, the local doctor from Grantley Thorpe, who had passed most of the night there.
Aunt Constance's gives place to "Oh dear!" and solicitude. Lady Ancester's to a gasp like sudden pain, and "Oh, Sir Coupland! are you quite, quite sure?" Her daughter's to a sharp cry, or the first of one cut short, and "Oh, mamma!" Then a bitten lip, and a face shrinking from the others' view as she turns and looks out across the Park.
But the great dark eyes of the man now dead are upon her, and she does not at first hear that her mother is speaking to her. "Gwen dear!... Gwen darling! you hear what Sir Coupland says? We can do no good." She has to touch her daughter's arm to get her attention. "Well!" The girl turns, and her tears are as plain on her face as its beauty.
Pellew supplied a biscuit, but improved the occasion: "Now if this little character could only keep his paws off the Public, he wouldn't want a wire netting. Couldn't you give him a hint?" "I could, but he wouldn't take it. He's a little darling, but he's pig-headed...." A pause, and then a quick explanatory side-note: "Do you know, I think that's Sir Coupland Merridew coming along that path.
She may persuade Miss Torrens to come up to the Towers. This assumption that the wounded man could be moved, after conversation between the Earl and Sir Coupland, was so reassuring, that Gwendolen felt it more than ever due to herself to cultivate that indifference about his recovery. However, she could not easily be too affectionate and hospitable to his sister under the circumstances.
"H'm well! I wasn't good for much two months later, or I should have come in for the fag-end of the campaign. All right in three months, I should say. But then I was a young fellah! in those days. How old's your man?" "This gentleman who has been shot?" says Gwen, with some stiffness. "I have not the slightest idea." But Sir Coupland answered the question for her.
She pointed out that there was no medical authority for such an extreme view as Gwen's. On the contrary, Sir Coupland had spoken most hopefully. And, after all, if Mr. Torrens could see Arthur's Bridge he could not be absolutely blind.
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