“Is—is she much hurt?” she whispered, after a time.
“No,” he whispered, in reply. “She is stunned. Do not be alarmed. She will recover consciousness presently.”
“Are you—are you a doctor?” asked Olivia, a few minutes later; and the question was caused by the calm, deliberate way in which he did what was best to be done.
He smiled.
“No; but it is not the first accident I have seen. She will come to presently. I have sent to Wainford for the doctor. Do not be alarmed; there is no danger.”
Almost as soon as he spoke, Bessie opened her eyes, and, after a wild glance or two, fixed them upon the pale, handsome face bending over her.
“Is—is he hurt?” she faltered.
“Do you mean me?” said Mr. Faradeane. “No, I am not hurt in the least.”
Bessie heaved a sigh, then she caught sight of the cut on his temple.
“What’s that? You are hurt!” she exclaimed.