"I'm all right. It's nothing. Please put me down."
"Yes, yes, my love!" said Mr. Haim, agitated.
They deposited her on the bed. She sighed; then smiled. A slight flush showed on her cheek under the light of the candle which Mr. Prince was holding aloft. Mysterious creature, with the mysterious forces of life flowing and ebbing incomprehensibly within her! To George she was marvellous, she was beautiful, as she lay defenceless and silently appealing.
"Thank you, Mr. Cannon. Thank you very much," said Mr. Haim, turning to the strong man.
It was a dismissal. George modestly departed from the bedroom, which was no place for him. After a few minutes Mr. Prince also descended. They stood together at the foot of the stairs in the draught from the open window of George's room.
"
Hadn't I better go for a doctor?" George suggested.
"That's what I said," replied Mr. Prince. "But she won't have one."
"But——"
"Well, she won't."