Then he approached Mason, whom the surgeon was already handling.
"Now, my good fellow, how are you ?" he asked.
"She's done for me, I fear," was the faint reply.
"Not a whit!--courage! This day fortnight you'll hardly be a pin the worse of it: you've lost a little blood; that's all.

Carter, assure him there's no danger." "I can do that conscientiously," said Carter, who had now undone the bandages; "only I wish I could have got here sooner: he would not have bled so much--but how is this?
The flesh on the shoulder is torn as well as cut.

This wound was not done with a knife: there have been teeth here!" "She bit me," he murmured.

"She worried me like a tigress, when Rochester got the knife from her." "You should not have yielded: you should have grappled with her at once," said Mr.Rochester.
"But under such circumstances, what could one do ?" returned Mason.

"Oh, it was frightful!" he added, shuddering.