"You are hurt. I thought you would want nursing."
"I do not want nursing, damme. How did you hear of the business?"
"That Scotch captain rode out to tell us."
"Od burn the fellow! Humph. No. Maybe he is no fool, neither. Us? Who is us, Kate? Mrs. Alison?"
"She is gone up to Harry now."
Colonel Boyce whistled. "Come up and we will show you a thing, eh? That is Scripture, Kate. You used to have your mouth full of Scripture."
"You put me out of favour with that."
"Let it be, can't you? What, they will make it up, then?"
"Does that hurt you? Indeed, they would never have quarrelled but for you."
"Oh, aye, blame it on me. I am the devil, faith. Come, ma'am, what have I done to the pretty dears? She's a warm piece and Harry's a milksop, and that's the whole of it."