Get thee gone, and send me hither mistress
Watson.'
Tom crawled away, and presently mistress Watson appeared, looking
offended, possibly at being called to the workshop, and a little
frightened.
'I cannot but think thee somewhat remiss in thy ministrations to a
sick man, mistress Watson,' he said, 'to leave him so long to
himself. Had he been a king's officer now, wouldst thou not have
shown him more favour?'
'That indeed may be, my lord,' returned mistress Watson with
dignity. 'But an' the young fellow had been very sick, he had not
made his escape.'
'And left the blame thereof with thee. Besides, that he did for his
escape he may have done in the strength of the fever that followeth
on such a wound.'
'My lord, I gave him a potion, wherefrom he should have slept until
I sought him again.'
'Was he or thou to blame that he did not feel the obligation? When a
man instead of sleeping runneth away, the potion was ill mingled, I
doubt, mistress Watson--drove him crazy perchance.
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