She snatched a scarf from her waist and ran towards him.

"You are wounded," she said.

"Oh, take this!" "I am so much sorry, indeed," he answered coolly, winding the scarf about his arm.

"Mistress Leveret came too soon." His face wore a peculiar smile, but his eyes burned with anger; his voice was not excited.

Immediately, however, as he looked at Jessica, his mood seemed to change.
"Morris," he said, "I am sorry.