It clenched slowly, that was all.
The blood welled up under Olga's dismayed eyes, and began to trickle over the brown fist.

She threw a frightened glance into his grim face.
Her anger had wholly evaporated and she was keenly remorseful.

But it was no matter for an apology.

The thing was beyond words.
"And now," said Max Wyndham, coolly removing the ash from his cigarette, "perhaps you will come to the surgery with me and get it out." "I ?" stammered Olga, turning very white.
"Even so, fair lady.

It will be a little lesson for you--in surgery.