But Bamtz was the only one who looked down with an air of guilt.

The big Frenchman had remained lolling in his chair; he kept his stumps in his pockets and addressed Davidson.
"'Isn't it unfortunate about that child! The distress of that woman there upsets me, but I am of no use in the world.

I couldn't smooth the sick pillow of my dearest friend.

I have no hands.

Would you mind sticking one of those cigarettes there into the mouth of a poor, harmless cripple?
My nerves want soothing--upon my honour, they do.' "Davidson complied with his naturally kind smile.