"What do you wish?"
She held out the cup.
"Some water, please."
She reeled, clutched at the wall, and for an instant everything spun round. He placed her in the porter's folding chair, and when he held the cup to her mouth saw that her teeth chattered. She drank spasmodically, and a long, shuddering sigh drifted across her white lips.
"You must lie down and rest. The porter will arrange your berth."
She shook her head and rose.
"You cannot walk alone; lean on me."
"Yes, I can help myself now. I was thirsty and dizzy."
She drew back, but he put his arm around her, holding her firmly against him, and placed her on the seat in the drawing-room. She pointed to the carnations.
"The perfume is overpowering. I can't reach them. Please take them out."