[...] My father and I are lodging at the inn of the White Hart, she said, rising to her feet, but immediately sinking again, with a little moan. I am afraid walking is out of my power, she said. My ankle is disabled. If you will do me the kindness to acquaint my father, Doctor Goel, with my position, he will kw what to do. Pardon me, but that would be waste of time, and time is precious, I answered. Your hurts should be seen to without delay. If you can manage to sit my horse, I will lead him gently. [...].