It is to arrest the bleeding, this.

Mademoiselle will endure the pain like a brave child, yes ?" Chris swallowed a little shudder.

The dizziness was passing.

She was beginning to see more clearly, and her gaze travelled with dawning criticism over the neat white figure that ministered so confidently to her need.
"I knew he'd be French," she whispered half aloud.
"But I speak English, mademoiselle," he returned, without raising his black head, "Yes," she said, with a sigh of relief.

"I'm very glad of that.