“Who’s going to help me down?” she demanded anxiously. She was not so young and sprightly as once she had been. Edwin obeyed the call.
Then the three of them stood round the victim’s chair, and the victim, like a god, permitted himself to be contemplated. And Janet had to hear Edwin’s account of the accident, and also Maggie’s account of it, as seen from the window.
“I don’t know what to do!” said Janet.
“It is annoying, isn’t it?” said Maggie. “And just as you were going to the station too!”
“I—I think I’m all right,” George announced.
Janet passed a hand down his back, as though expecting to be able to judge the condition of his spine through the thickness of all his clothes.
“Are you?” she questioned doubtfully.
“It’s nothing,” said Maggie, with firmness.
“He’d be all right in the train,” said Janet. “It’s the walking to the station that I’m afraid of... You never know.”
“I can carry him,” said Edwin quickly.