e, stiff position, propped up with pillows?

He moved a little. A sharp pain wrung a groan from him. Then he
perceived his bandaged hand and arm; and the occurrences of the
preceding night began to rush back upon him. He had soon reconstructed
them all; up to the moment of his jumping into the fountain. After that
he remembered nothing.

He had hurt himself somehow in the row, that was clear. A sudden terror
ran through him. "It's my right hand!--Good God! if I lost my hand!--if
I couldn't play again!" He opened his eyes, trembling, and saw his
little college room; his clothes hanging on the door, the photographs of
his father and mother, of Chopin and Wagner on the chest of drawers. The
familiar sight reassured him at once, and his natural buoyancy of spirit
began to assert itself.

"I suppose they got a doctor. I seem to remember somebody coming. Bah,
it'll be all right directly. I heal like a baby. I wonder who else was
hurt. Who's that? Come in!"

The door opened, and his scout looked in cautiously. "Thought I heard
you moving, sir. May the doctor come in?"

The young surgeon appeared who had been violently rung up by Meyrick
some five hours earlier. He had a trim, confident air, and pleasant
eyes. His name was Fanning.

"Well, how are you? Had some sleep? You gave yourself an uncommonly
nasty wound. I had to set a small bone, and put in two or three
stitches. But I don't think you knew much about it."

"I don't now," said Radowitz vaguely. "How did I do it?"

"There seems to have been a 'rag' and you struck your hand against some
broken tubing. But nobody was able to give a clear account." The doctor
eyed him discreetly, having no mind to be more mixed up in the affair
than was necessary.

"Who sent for you?"

"Lord Meyrick rang me up, and when I got here I found Mr. Falloden and
Mr. Robertson. They had done what they could."

The colour rushed back into the boy's pale cheeks.

"I remember now," he said fiercely. "Damn them!"

The surgeon made no reply. He looked carefully at the bandage, asked if
he could ease it at all--took pulse and temperature, and sat some time
in silence, apparently thinking, by the bed. Then rising, he said:

"I shan't disturb the dressing unless it pains you. If it does, your
scout can send a message to the surgery. You must stay in bed--you've
got a little fever. Take light food--I'll tell your scout all about
that--and I'll come in again to-night."

He departed. The sc