The businesslike little lady fluttered over to the bedside and rearranged the pillows.

“Well, and are you satisfied?”

“Madam, most extraordinarily so, I thank you. I shall be getting up soon.”

“H’m!” was all she vouchsafed, and left him to his meditations.

As she had foreseen, he dozed a little, but his shoulder would not allow him to sleep. He lay in a semi-comatose condition, his eyes shut, and a deep furrow, telling of pain, between his brows.

The sound of a shutting door made him open his eyes; he turned his head slightly and saw that Jim Salter was standing in the middle of the room looking at him anxiously.

My lord returned his gaze crossly, and Jim waited for the storm to break.