Paul rose politely, though he winced with pain.
"Don't get up, please.

I'm Colonel Winwood." They shook hands.

Paul began to wheel an armchair from the bedside, but Colonel Winwood insisted on his lying down again and drew up the chair himself.

"I'm afraid," said Paul, "I've been a sad trespasser on your hospitality.

Miss Winwood must have told you it has scarcely been my fault; but I don't know how to express my thanks." As Paul made it, the little speech could not have been better.