Chris looked up as she went and ran to the door after her; but returned and finished his breakfast, and then went in to her.
I had finished mine then, and sat thinking over the position of things when she came out.
“I was wrong to be angry, Burgwan. Of course, there was nothing else for you to do.”
“I couldn’t think of anything, at any rate.”
“I ought not to have been so childish as to faint,” she said, with a smile and a shrug. Then she picked my cup and platter. “Where can I get water to wash these?”
“You needn’t bother about that. It’s not fit work for you.”
“But I wish to,” she cried, with a little stamp of the foot.
“There is a spring close here, then,” I replied; and taking a pannikin I fetched the water and sat down again and went on with my thinking.
“Can we start now, Burgwan?” she asked. “I wish to reach the railway that will carry me to Belgrade.”
“That means thirty miles through a country where I don’t know a yard of the road;” and I shook my head.