Give it to me.
SOPHY.
It is wet!—And what blood is that upon the muffler?
FORESTER.
Blood?
[Suppresses his emotion.]
It's from my hand. I cut it on the lock of the gun. Never mind!
SOPHY (busies herself on the other side of the stage).
FORESTER.
William, come here. Read to me. There in the Bible, begin where the book-mark is.