“Were you really frightened?”
“Horribly!”
“I know what you need—a draught of wine.”
“If you will drink first,” I agreed.
She raised a bottle to her lips, then handed it to me.
“You were right,” I said, as I put it down. “That was really what I needed. My heart is bounding again, though perhaps not wholly from the wine.”
She smiled as she looked at me.
“Whatever the cause, I am glad to see you more like yourself. And now you will eat—I detest eating alone.”
“I will try,” I said; but I confess I found eating a difficult task with that vision across from me.
“Did you learn where we are?” she asked at last.