"I am so very awkward.

Have I hurt you ?" "Not in the least," cried she.

"But I am afraid you are hurt.

See! There is blood on your forehead." She instantly extended her handkerchief, and he accepted it in a bewildered sort of a way, placing it to his forehead, where a tiny stream of blood was showing itself.
"A piece of court plaster will stop the flow," said Hugh critically, and at once produced the article from his capacious pocket-book.

Grace immediately appropriated it and asked for his knife.
"You are very good," said the stranger, again pressing the handkerchief to his head.