In short, Dare must go.
But, when it came to the point, it was found that Dare could not go.
Nothing short of force would have turned the unwelcome guest out of the bed in the blue bedroom, from which he made no attempt to rise, and on which he lay worn-out and feverish, in a stupor of sheer mental and physical exhaustion.
Charles and Ralph went and looked at him rather ruefully, with masculine helplessness, and the end of it was that Evelyn, in nowise softened, for she was a good woman, had to give way, and a doctor was sent for.
"Send for the man in D----.

Don't have the Slumberleigh man," said Charles; "it will only make more talk;" and the doctor from D---- was accordingly sent for.
He did not arrive till the afternoon, and after he had seen Dare, and given him a sleeping draught, and had talked reassuringly of a mental shock and a feverish temperament he apologized for his delay in coming.
He had been kept, he said, drawing on his gloves as he spoke, by a very serious case in the police-station at D----.

A man had been arrested on suspicion the previous night, and he seemed to have sustained some fatal internal injury.

He ought to have been taken to the infirmary at once; but it had been thought he was only shamming when first arrested, and once in the police-station he could not be moved, and--the doctor took up his hat--he would probably hardly outlive the day.
"By-the-way," he added, turning at the door, "he asked over and over again, while I was with him, to see you or Mr.Danvers.

I'm sure I forget which, but I promised him I would mention it.