“Yes, that’s it. Mind, you mustn’t hurt yourself.”
She guided him through, and his feet felt the stones.
“Well, this is where I leave you. I’ll walk back by the road.”
“Will you be all right?”
“Yes. You will be coming to-morrow to have your hand looked to, won’t you?”
“I expect so.”
“Poor hand, I am so sorry about it. Does it hurt very much?”
“It does rather.”
Here was someone to make a fuss over it, and it did hurt too.
“I’m so sorry.”