'
'Yes, but yourself, Ulick,' said Albinia, as in his haste he took
down his handkerchief from his mouth; 'I do believe your lip is cut
through! You had better attend to that first.'
'No, no, thank you,' said Ulick, eagerly, 'they've broken the poor
wretch's leg!' and he was the next moment sitting on the summer-house
floor, lifting up the animal tenderly, regardless of her
expostulation that the injured, frightened creature might not know
its friends. But she did it injustice; it wagged its stumpy tail,
and licked his fingers.
She offered to fetch rag for his surgery, and he farther begged for
some slight bits of wood to serve as splints, he and his brothers had
been dog-doctors before. As she hurried into the house, Sophy, who
had sunk on a sofa in the drawing-room, looking deadly pale, called
out, 'Is he bitten?'
'No, no,' cried Albinia, hurrying on, 'the dog is all safe. It has
only got a broken leg.'
Maurice, with whom Lucy had all this time been fighting, came out
with her to see the rest of the adventure; and thought it very cruel
that he was not permitted to touch the patient, which bore the
operation with affecting fortitude and gratitude, and was then
consigned to a basket lined with hay, and left in the summer-house,
Mr. Kendal being known to have an almost eastern repugnance to dogs.
Then Ulick had leisure to be conducted to the morning-room, and be
rendered a less ghastly spectacle, by some very uncomfortable
sticking-plaster moustaches, which hardly permitted him to narrate
his battle distinctly.
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