114 MYSTERIES :
VAUGHAN [bending over Percy].
Are you hurt?
PERCY.
Oh, hardly hurt at all! Only my head a little, and
I wanted so to finish the poem to-night.
ESME,
Let me come to him, father. Oh, Percy, Percy, look
at me, look at me; you're not hurt, are you?
PERCY.
Am I ever hurt with your arms round me?
ESME., :
Oh, but you grow whiter; you must be hurt.
VAUGHAN.
A knife! He must have stabbed him. Fetch a
doctor, one of you, sharp! [Exzt a man.
ESME.
It is his heart; see, my hand is all covered with
blood. Give me a handkerchief. Here,I will staunch
the wound. [Ske attempts to prevent the bleeding with
her handkerchtef.| Oh! Percy! [A pause] Oh!
Percy ! :
PERCY.
I am going away, Esmé. I shall see you often.