If she be gone to bed, get the medicine chest and the key and bring them into the kitchen." Dorothea had charge of the Bayfield medicine chest, and kept it in a cupboard of the boudoir.

She groped for it, pulled open drawer after drawer, rifled them for lint and linen, and by the time Mudge tapped on the door, stood ready with the chest under one arm and a heap of bandages in the other.
"In the kitchen, Mr.Endymion said.

I am coming at once; take the chest, run, and have as many candles lit as possible." Mudge ran; Dorothea followed--with Polly behind her, trembling like a leaf.
The two women reached the kitchen as the party entered with Raoul, and supported him to a chair beside the dying fire.

His face was colourless, and he lay back and closed his eyes weakly as Endymion stooped to examine the wounded leg, with Narcissus in close attendance, and the others standing respectfully apart--Mudge, the two footmen (in their shirt sleeves), an under-gardener named Best, one of the housemaids, and Corporal Zeally by the door in regimentals, with his japanned shako askew and his Brown Bess still in his hand.

Behind his shoulder, three or four of the women servants hung about the doorway and peered in, between curiosity and terror.
It was a part of Endymion's fastidiousness that the sight of blood-- that is, of human blood--turned his stomach.