"I'm sorry."
"Sorry!"
"You have had a bad night of it. I can see that. The arm has been hurting you."
"A little."
"More than a little. Perhaps I did not bind it up tightly enough."
To Jasper Benham her compassion seemed very wonderful. What did it matter to her that he had suffered.
"You could not have done more for me. To tell the truth, I am glad that fellow shot me under the yew."
"How do you manage to be glad?"
"Well—otherwise, I should not have spent a night at Stonehanger, and come by such a friend."
Her red mouth smiled at him, and her eyes were the eyes of a tease.