Leave Ned to shift for himself for the present.

Anyhow his danger isn't grave, nor is it immediate, and mine is." Helplessly distraught, she sank to an ottoman.

The night had been a very trying one for her ladyship.

She gave way to tears.
"It is all your fault, Dick," she reproached him.
"Naturally you would blame me," he said with resignation--the complete martyr.
"If only you had been ready at the time, as he told you to be, there would have been no delays, and you would have got away before any of this happened." "Was it my fault that I should have reopened my wound--bad luck to it!--in attempting to get down that damned ladder ?" he asked her.

"Is it my fault that I am neither an ape nor an acrobat?
Tremayne should have come up at once to assist me, instead of waiting until he had to come up to help me bandage my leg again.