“Nothing. Nothing whatever, except that your too-lively imagination ran riot with you. Anyhow, it’s all right now, so what you’ve got to do is just to keep perfectly still until I tell you to move. By-and-by I’m going to read you a lecture.”
“But you won’t leave me alone again,” she entreated.
“No, not as long as you do what I tell you!”
She was silent, for she felt very weak and helpless after her fright.
“Take some more of this,” he said.
“No, thanks.”
“But you must.”
She obeyed him passively. Then revived by the invigorating spirit, she sat up.
Her companion looked at her.
“Ethel,” he said, “you’re an awful little coward. You’re worse than any town-bred English girl, getting into such a fright about nothing—absolutely nothing—upon my word you are. I shouldn’t have thought it of you, you know, I shouldn’t, really.”