Ha! I believe he understands every word, nurse.

See how he smiles and crows." At the sound of Bassett's voice Sir Charles started, and, at the first taunt, he uttered something between a moan and a roar, as of a wounded lion.
"Come away," cried Lady Bassett.

"He is doing it on purpose." But the stabs came too fast.

Sir Charles shook her off, and looked wildly round for a weapon to strike his insulter with.
"Curse him and his brat!" he cried.

"They shall neither of them--I'll kill them both." He sprang fiercely at the wall, and, notwithstanding his weakly condition, raised himself above it, and glared over with a face so full of fury that Richard Bassett recoiled in dismay for a moment, and said, "Run! run! He'll hurt the child!" But, the next moment, Sir Charles's hands lost their power; he uttered a miserable moan, and fell gasping under the wall in an epileptic fit, with all the terrible symptoms I have described in a previous portion of this story.