Sir George had more _savoir faire_ than to trouble himself about this; but about his opponent and his fate he felt a haunting--and, as Lord Almeric would have said, a low--concern that would let him neither rest nor sit.

In particular, when he remembered the trifle from which all had arisen, he felt remorse and sorrow; which grew to the point of horror when he recalled the last look which Dunborough, swooning and helpless, had cast in his face.
In one of these paroxysms he was walking the room when the elder surgeon, who had attended his opponent to the field, was announced.
Soane still retained so much of his life habit as to show an unmoved front; the man of the scalpel thought him hard and felt himself repelled; and though he had come from the sick-room hot-foot and laden with good news, descended to a profound apology for the intrusion.
'But I thought that you might like to hear, sir,' he continued, nursing his hat, and speaking as if the matter were of little moment, 'that Mr.
Dunborough is as--as well as can be expected.

A serious case--I might call it a most serious case,' he continued, puffing out his cheeks.

'But with care--with care I think we may restore him.

I cannot say more than that.' 'Has the ball been extracted ?' 'It has, and so far well.