Eildon
missed his footing and fell back, with no greater injury, fortunately,
than grazing the skin, of his hand.
"Is it much hurt?" Lady Arthur asked.
He held it up and said, "'Who ran to help me when I fell?'"
"The guard," said Miss Garscube.
"'Who kissed the place to make it well?'" he continued.
"You might have been killed," said Miss Adamson.
"That would not have been a pretty story to tell," he said. "I shall
need to wait till I get home for the means of cure: 'my mother and I'
will manage it. You're not of a pitiful nature, Miss Garscube."
"I keep my pity for a pitiful occasion," she said.
"If you had grazed your hand, I would have applied the prescribed
cure."
"Well, but I'm very glad I have not grazed my hand,"
"So am I," he said.
"Let me see it," she said. He held it out. "Would something not need
to be done for it?" she asked.
"Yes. Is it interesting--as interesting as the thorn?"
"It is nothing," said Lady Arthur: "a little lukewarm water is all
that it needs;" and she thought, "That lad will never do anything
either for himself or to add to the prestige of the family.
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