"But how could you have remained there, child? Tell me how it
happened. We have been frantic," said her aunt, half in English,
half in German.

"Not now, dear Aunt Yvonne. See my hair! What a fright I must
be! Fortunate man, your hair cannot be so unruly as mine. Oh!"
The exclamation was one of alarm. In an instant she was at his
side, peering with terrified eyes at the bloodstains on his neck
and face. "It is blood! You are hurt! Uncle Caspar, Hedrick
--quick! Attend him! Come to my room at once. You are
suffering. Minna, find bandages!"

She dragged him to the door of her section before he could
interpose a remonstrance.

"It is nothing--a mere scratch. Bumped my head against the side
of the coach. Please don't worry about it; I can care for
myself. Really, it doesn't--"

"But it does! It has bled terribly. Sit there! Now, Hedrick,
some water."

Hedrick rushed off and was back in a moment with a basin of
water, a sponge and a towel, and before Grenfall fully knew what
was happening, the man-servant was bathing his head, the others
looking on anxiously, the young lady apprehensively, her hands
clasped before her as she bent over to inspect the wound above
his ear.

"It is quite an ugly cut," said Uncle Caspar, critically. "Does