At last his lips moved, and he murmured, 'Sandy, Sandy, ye've broken my bonnie leddy.' Then he opened his eyes, and seeing a face to dream about bending in kind consternation over him, closed them again with a smile and a sigh, as if to prolong his dream.
The blood now came fast into his forsaken cheeks, and began to flow again from the wound in his head.

The lady bound it up with her handkerchief.

After a little he rose, though with difficulty, and stared wildly about him, saying, with imperfect articulation, 'Father! father!' Then he looked at Miss St.John with a kind of dazed inquiry in his eyes, tried several times to speak, and could not.
'Can you walk at all ?' asked Miss St.John, supporting him, for she was anxious to leave the place.
'Yes, mem, weel eneuch,' he answered.
'Come along, then.

I will help you home.' 'Na, na,' he said, as if he had just recalled something.

'Dinna min' me.
Rin hame, mem, or he'll see ye!' 'Who will see me ?' Robert stared more wildly, put his hand to his head, and made no reply.
She half led, half supported him down the stair, as far as the first landing, when he cried out in a tone of anguish, 'My bonny leddy!' 'What is it ?' asked Miss St.John, thinking he meant her.
'My fiddle! my fiddle! She 'll be a' in bits,' he answered, and turned to go up again.
'Sit down here,' said Miss St.John, 'and I'll fetch it.' Though not without some tremor, she darted back to the room.