Dancing wildly about the room, his eyes smarting and burning so that he could not open them, he bellowed of hell-fire and other hot things of which he was being so intensely reminded.
"'Twill pass," Mr.Caryll consoled him.

"A little water, and all will be well with you." He stepped to the door as he spoke, and flung it open.
"Ho, there! Who waits ?" he called.
Two or three footmen sprang to answer him.

He took Mr.Green, still blind and vociferous, by the shoulders, and thrust him into their care.
"This gentleman has had a most unfortunate accident.

Get him water to wash his eyes--warm water.

So! Take him.