"Is there no one there ?" she demanded with a touch of impatience in her voice, and passed quickly into the room, where she stayed while the doctor snipped off the frayed patches of skin and flesh and tied up the broken arteries, giving aid with quick fingers and steady hands till all was over.
"You have done this sort of thing before, Miss Gwynne ?" said the doctor.
"No, never," she replied.
"Well, you certainly are a brick," he said, turning admiring eyes upon her.

He was a young man and unmarried.

"But this is a little too much for you." From a decanter which stood on a side table he poured out a little spirits.

"Drink this," he said.
"No, thank you, Doctor, I am quite right," said Kathleen, quietly picking up the bloody debris and dropping them into a basin which she carried into the other room.

"He is all right now," she said to Mrs.
Waring-Gaunt, who took the basin from her, exclaiming, "My poor dear, you are awfully white.