'You can do no good, Sir George,' he urged.
'He is in skilful hands.

He would have it; it was his own fault.

I can bear witness that you did your best not to touch him.' 'I did not touch him,' Soane muttered.
The second looked his astonishment.

'How ?' he said.

'You don't mean to say that he is not wounded?
See there!' And he pointed to the blood which dyed the shirt.