smile, though he was in much pain, frowning and biting his lip while
the coachman took the reins, and turned us round amid the deafening
cheers of the people, for Eustace was quite unnerved, and Dora broke
into sobs as she saw the blood soaking through the handkerchiefs--all
that we could contribute. He called her a little goose, and said it
was nothing; but the great drops stood on his brow, he panted and
moved restlessly, as if sitting still were unbearable, and he could
hardly help stamping out the bottom of the carriage. He shouted to
Eustace to let him walk, but Dermot showed him how he would thus have
the crowd about him in a moment. It was the last struggle that had
done the mischief, when the lion, startled by the shout of the crowd,
had turned on him again, and there had been a most narrow escape of a
dying bite, such as would probably have crushed his hand itself
beyond all remedy; and, as it was, one could not but fear he was
dreadfully hurt, when the pain came in accesses of violence several
times in the short distance to Dr. Kingston's door.

No, Dr. Kingston was not at home; nor would be in for some time; but
while we were thinking what to do, a young man came hastily up,
saying "I am Dr. Kingston's partner; can I do anything?"

Harold sprang out on this, forbidding Eustace to follow him, but
permitting Dermot; and Mrs. Kingston, an old acquaintance of mine,
came and invited us all to her drawing-room, lamenting greatly her
husband's absence, and hoping that Mr. Yolland, his new partner,
would be able to supply his place. The young man had very high
testimonials and an excellent education. She was evidently exercised
between her own distrust of the assistant and fear of disparaging
him. Seeing how much shaken we were, she sent for wine, and I was
surprised to see Eustace take some almost furtively, but his little