It was caked with blood, while a trickle of red still oozed slowly from under the wristband and ran down over her hand.
"You're hurt! Why didn't you tell me ?" "It's nothing," she answered.

"I cut it against the glass of the carriage window.

It doesn't hurt much." "Let me look at it.

Here, take the lantern." Diana obeyed, laughing a little nervously, and he turned back her sleeve, exposing a nasty red gash on the slender arm.

It was only a surface wound however, and hastily procuring some water he bathed it and tied it up with his handkerchief.
"There, I think that'll be all right now," he said, pulling down her sleeve once more and fastening the wristband with deft fingers.