She turned pale as he uttered the name.
“He is a bad man. But you are wounded. Forgive me for not thinking of it before.”
“I do not think it is anything serious. I bandaged it so as to stop somewhat the flow of blood. It is nothing,” and he smiled faintly.
“But I must insist upon seeing that it is properly cared for with your permission. I am quite a surgeon.”
“Your countenance seems very familiar to me, but it can’t be that we have met before.”
“No; our name is Morland.”
“Morland!” he repeated, excitedly. “Then you are Mara Morland?”
She started with wonder as he mentioned her name.
“Forgive me,” he hastened to say, “but I have recognized you from your portrait which I have seen many times. You have a brother Harry.”
“Yes; but he is in the army now.”