"Hardly the best reason for conversion but I suppose it is the end result that counts," Clara listened to the chinaman's tale of conversion.  She had her doubts about how heartfelt such a thing was but could hardly blame the man.

“Oh, Fa change back when rebellion over!” he admitted happily. “Only become Christian because Brother of Jesus give death by thousand cuts if no convert!”

 "I think that fellow needed a few history lessons. It was quite impossible to be the brother of Jesus," she couldn't help but add.

“Hong Xiuquan dead now. Order all followers to eat 'manna', he call poisonous weed manna. He eat manna, he die. Hong Xiuquan need cookery lesson, not history lesson.” quipped the Chinese.

"Oh let me do that for you. It is always easier with an extra pair of hands," Clara deftly undid the hook then assisted her out of the garment, making certain the woman did not fall down.

Bridget smiled gratefully, as Clara helped her and they handed the dress to Mr. Fa who seemed unperturbed at the sight of the young woman in her corsets and many undergarments.

 “Miss Bridget. You take leg off, too, give stump rest!”  shouted the chinaman.

 "You need to rest your stump?" That sounded odd but what did she know about it?

Bridget nodded and sat down on the chair again and pulling up the leg of her pantlets started to fiddle with the straps.

 "Can I help with that, be happy to," Clara hovered over Bridget to be of further assistance.

The ginger girl looked gratefully at Clara but shook her head. She knew what she was doing.

Mr. Fa bustled up with the purse. What the Hell he had done must have been some kind of Chinese Alchemy, because it was clean as a whistle, but a little damp. He took her leg and then fetched her a crutch, in case she needed to hop around anywhere in the house.

“You like cup of tea?” he asked Clara. Bridget was rubbing her stump and Baoyu realized it must be a bit of a shocking sight if it was the first time a body had seen such an injury.

“You not scared by Miss Bridget stump, you very brave girl, what you name?” he asked. By telling her she was brave, he hoped make her so. He knew that it was upsetting for Bridget when other people became upset by her affliction.