He insisted upon washing Wogan's wounds and dressing them in a simple way.
"They are not deep," he said; "a few days' rest and a clever surgeon will restore you." He went from the room again and brought back a tray, on which were the remains of a pie, a loaf of bread, and some fruit.
"While you eat, Chevalier, I will mix you a cordial," said he, and he set about his hospitable work.

"You ask me why I so readily opened my window to you.

It was because I took you for Koenigsmarck himself come back as mysteriously as he disappeared.

I did not think that if he came back now his hair would be as white, his shoulders as bent, as mine.
Indeed, one cannot think of Koenigsmarck except as a youth.

You had the very look of him as you stood in the light upon the lawn.