Sel.It does.
Some earthly forms seem rational enough.
Why Ethais, what ails thee? (Ethais staggers.)
Eth.Why, I’m faint
From loss of blood. My wound—here, take this scarf,
And bind it round my arm—so—have a care!
There, that will do till I return to earth;
Then, Lutin, who’s a fairly skillful leech,
Shall doctor it.
Sel. (amazed).Didst thou say Lutin?