The skull of our poor Oscar was not injured.

There was concussion of the brain, and there was a scalp-wound--inflicted evidently with a blunt instrument.

As to the wound, I had done all that was necessary in the doctor's absence.

As to the injury to the brain, time and care would put everything right again.
"Make your minds easy, ladies," said this angel of a man.

"There is no reason for feeling the slightest alarm about him." He came to his senses--that is to say, he opened his eyes and looked vacantly about him--between four and five hours after the time when we had found him on the floor of the workshop.
His mind, poor fellow, was still all astray.