Her womanly feelings were aroused by the condition of the ragged wound.
"Oh, you poor fellow," she said.

"How awful it must be! How did it happen?
Let me tie it up." "It is not so bad now," he said.

"It has been well soaked in salt water, you know.

I think the nail was torn off when we--when a piece of wreckage miraculously turned up beneath us." Iris shredded a strip from her dress.

She bound the finger with deft tenderness.
"Thank you," he said simply.