Varney gave a twinge of pain, as if some sudden bodily ailment had attacked him severely.
"You are unwell, sir?" said Marchdale.
"No, no—no," he said; "I—hurt my arm, and happened accidentally to touch the arm of this chair with it."
"A hurt?" said Henry.
"Yes, Mr. Bannerworth."
"A—a wound?"
"Yes, a wound, but not much more than skin deep. In fact, little beyond an abrasion of the skin."
"May I inquire how you came by it?"
"Oh, yes. A slight fall."
"Indeed."