"Her ladyship has had a fall, and has been taken there.

Mr.Errol begs that you will go back in the motor, as her ladyship's condition is considered serious." He stopped.

Sir Giles said nothing whatever.
"The messenger is waiting, Sir Giles." Still no response of any sort.
Dimsdale waited a moment, then very respectfully he bent and touched his master's shoulder.
"Sir Giles!" Sir Giles turned slowly at last, with immense effort it seemed.

He glowered at Dimsdale for a space.

Then, "Bring some brandy and water," he said, "hot!" "But the messenger, Sir Giles!" "What ?" Sir Giles glared a moment longer, then as anger came uppermost, the smouldering furnace leapt into sudden seething flame.