Mrs.Grant, seeing that her young mistress had on only her nightdress, had gone to fetch a dressing-gown, which she now threw over her.

This simple act brought us all back to the region of fact.
With a long breath, one and all seemed to devote themselves to the most pressing matter before us, that of staunching the flow of blood from the arm of the wounded man.

Even as the thought of action came, I rejoiced; for the bleeding was very proof that Mr.Trelawny still lived.
Last night's lesson was not thrown away.

More than one of those present knew now what to do in such an emergency, and within a few seconds willing hands were at work on a tourniquet.

A man was at once despatched for the doctor, and several of the servants disappeared to make themselves respectable.