"Oh, poor fellow! he is not hurt, I hope?" with a correct look of anxiety such as elated mortals try to super-induce when their pulses are all the while quick with triumph; and Mrs. Davilow, in the same moment, uttered a low "Good heavens! There!"
Mr. Gascoigne went on: "He put his shoulder out, and got some bruises, I believe." Here he made another little pause of observation; but Gwendolen, instead of any such symptoms as pallor and silence, had only deepened the compassionateness of her brow and eyes, and said again, "Oh, poor fellow! it is nothing serious, then?" and Mr. Gascoigne held his diagnosis complete. But he wished to make assurance doubly sure, and went on still with a purpose.

"Oh, poor fellow! he is not hurt, I hope?" with a correct look of superficial anxiety.
"He put his shoulder out, and got some bruises." Here Mr Gascoigne made another pause of observation; but Gwendolen, instead of turning pale and silent, only said again,
"Oh, poor fellow! it is nothing serious, then?" and Mr. Gascoigne held his diagnosis complete. But wishing to make assurance doubly sure, he went on.
