"Is there immediate danger?" murmured Mr. Mason.
"Pooh! No -- a mere scratch. Don't be so overcome, man: bear
up! I'll fetch a surgeon for you now, myself: you'll be able to
be removed by morning, I hope. Jane," he continued.
"Sir?"
"I shall have to leave you in this room with this gentleman, for
an hour, or perhaps two hours: you will sponge the blood as I
do when it returns: if he feels faint, you will put the glass of
water on that stand to his lips, and your salts to his nose. You
will not speak to him on any pretext -- and -- Richard, it will be
at the peril of your life if you speak to her: open your lips --
agitate yourself- -and I'll not answer for the consequences."
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