"Astonishingly few," was the reply; "and the hurts are of a very minor character, I fancy. A broken arm is about the worst."
"And what of Lady Oswald?"
"I don't think she's hurt at all: she's suffering from the shock. A little exhausted; but that's natural."
"To a woman of her age such a shock is no light thing, Mark. However, we must do the best we can for everybody."
"There has been enough groaning--if that's anything to judge by," said Mark; "groaning and complaining too."
"Glad to hear it," said the doctor. "When people can complain, the damage is not very extensive."
"Parkins, for one, keeps protesting that every bone's broken. But she ran out of the way pretty quickly when I told her the engine might start up again."
The doctor smiled, and they came up to Lady Oswald. Oswald Cray had found her out, and was sitting on the bank beside her. She spoke just a word or two to him, but seemed, as Mr. Cray had said, exhausted. Oswald Cray rose to resign his place to Dr. Davenal, and he took his brother aside.
"Is she much hurt, Mark?"
"O no," replied Mark. "It has shaken her, of course; but she has been talking as fast as I can."