"Won't you smoke for a little while, and talk to me ?" He produced his pipe and tobacco, but he used his right hand awkwardly.
It was evident to her alert eyes that the torn quick on his injured finger was hurting him a great deal.

The exciting events of the morning had caused him temporarily to forget his wound, and the rapid coursing of the blood through the veins was now causing him agonized throbs.
With a cry of distress she sprang to her feet and insisted upon washing the wound.

Then she tenderly dressed it with a strip of linen well soaked in brandy, thinking the while, with a sudden rush of color to her face, that although he could suggest this remedy for her slight hurt, he gave no thought to his own serious injury.

Finally she pounced upon his pipe and tobacco-box.
"Don't be alarmed," she laughed.

"I have often filled my father's pipe for him.