Her pretty silver laughter floated out.
"Oh! Why?"
"He would paint you as a spirit of the cave," Major Morrison said.
As we came out into the sunshine I saw that Cheneston was very white. He gripped my arm.
"Pam," he said, "I must talk to you, child. I'm nearly off my head!"
"Lunch," I said feebly. I was suddenly inexplicably scared. I seemed to have brought the atmosphere of the cave into the sunshine with me.
"Confound the lunch!" he said violently. He turned to Grace. "I must talk to Pam," he said. "May we have a quarter of an hour's grace?"
"Oh—certainly."
"Begin without us if we don't come."
"Very well," she acquiesced.