And bid him hasten." Mr.Green obeyed with alacrity.

Apart from his regrets at this happening for its own sake, it would suit his interests not at all that Sir Richard should perish thus.

Meanwhile, with the help of the valet, who was blubbering like a child--for he had been with Sir Richard for over ten years, and was attached to him as a dog to its master--they opened the wounded man's sodden waistcoat and shirt, and reached the hurt, which was on the right side of the breast.
Between them they lifted him up gently.

Mr.Green would have lent a hand, but a snarl from Mr.Caryll drove him back in sheer terror, and alone those two bore the baronet into the next room and laid him on his bed.

Here they did the little that they could; propping him up and stemming the bleeding, what time they waited through what seemed a century for the doctor's coming, Mr.Caryll mad--stark mad for the time--with grief and rage.
The physician arrived at last--a small, bird-like man under a great gray periwig, with pointed features and little eyes that beamed brightly behind horn-rimmed spectacles.
In the ante-room he was met by Mr.Green, who in in a few words told him what had happened.