She went on bathing the wound--she, who could have bathed it with her tears.

As time passed, and still the doctor did not come, she began to bandage it.

She called on Polly for the bandages; then, still without looking up, she divined that Polly was useless--was engaged in trying to catch Zeally's eye, and warn him or get a word with him.
"He's pale as a ghost yet," said Endymion.

"Another dose of brandy might set him up.

I gave him some from my flask before bringing him in." "He is not going to faint," she answered.
"Well, I won't bother him with questions until he comes round a bit.
You, Zeally, had better step into my room though, and give me your version of the affair." But as the Corporal saluted and took a step forward, the prisoner opened his eyes.
"Before you examine Zeally, sir, let me save you what trouble I can." He spoke faintly, but with deliberation.