Does it pain you ?" she asked solicitously.

For an instant their eyes looked steadily, unwaveringly, into each other,--one of those odd, involuntary searches which no one can explain and which never happen but once to the same people.
"Not at all," he replied, glancing out over the tumbling waves with a look which proved they were strange to him.

Hugh dashed away and soon returned with a glass of brandy, which the stranger swallowed meekly and not very gracefully.

Then he sat very still while Grace applied the court-plaster to the little gash at the apex of a rapidly rising lump.
"Thank you," he said.

"You are awfully good to a clumsy wretch who might have crushed you.