Mrs. Bolland washed his bruised face and helped him to undress.
Before Bolland could answer, there came a knock at the door.
Mrs. Bolland, drying her eyes, and quite satisfied now, went to the door and gazed after him.
Bolland suspected the probable outcome and had acted accordingly.
You will understand, Mr. Bolland, that the engine has to find itself, as the phrase goes.
Mrs. Bolland, hearing there were “ladies” to visit her, entered with trepidation.
Unhappily Miss Bolland also passed unidentified, though she held a cardboard tube aloft.
She was about to resume the lesson when the Baroness and Mrs. Bolland re-entered the house.
Bolland laid down the Bible and glanced at Martin with a puzzled air.
Mrs. Bolland was childless after twenty years of married life.