You'll be quite all right again to-morrow." With some difficulty Nan raised herself to a sitting position and immediately caught sight of a bowl on the ground filled with an ominous-looking reddish-coloured liquid.
"Good gracious! Has my foot been bleeding like that ?" she asked, going rather white.
"Bless you, no, my dear!" Mrs.Denman, a cheery-faced countrywoman, had bustled in again, with some long strips of linen to serve as a bandage.

"Bless you, no! That's just a drop of Condy's fluid, that is, so's your foot shouldn't get any poison in it." "That's right, Mrs.Denman," said Roger.

"Give me that linen stuff now, and then get me some more hot water." Nan watched him lift and skilfully bandage the slightly damaged foot.
He held it carefully, as though it were something very precious, but delicate as was his handling she could not help wincing once as the bandage accidentally brushed a rather badly scratched ankle.

Trenby paused almost breathlessly.

The hand in which he held the white, blue-veined foot shook a little.
"Did I hurt?
I'm awfully sorry." His voice was gruff.