Yet even as she spoke she now for the first time caught sight of the dark rimmed rent in his trousers leg, noted the uneasy fashion in which he held his weight.
"No one told me you were hurt--I thought you only tired, or perhaps bruised by some accident--when you fell, in there." "No; shot," he replied.

"Shot right in here, through the edge of the bone.

When I tripped and fell, there in the hall, I broke the bone short off--it was only nicked at first." "And you have been standing here, talking to me, with _that_ ?" She stepped to him swiftly and placed a hand under his arm.

"You must go in.

Come.