As she stood clinging to the steps she felt weak and a little hysterical. She wanted to summon her strength, to have her own back from him. After all he had taken the virtue from her, he might have the grace to say thank you, and treat her as if she were a human being.
At last he left off tinkering, and looked round.
“Have you finished?” she said.
“Yes,” he answered crossly.
And taking the candle he began to clamber down. When he got to the bottom he crouched over his leg and felt the bandage.
“That gives you what for,” he said, as if it were her fault.
“Is the bandage holding?” she said.
“I think so,” he answered churlishly.
“Aren’t you going to make sure?” she said.
“Oh, it’s all right,” he said, turning aside and taking up his tools. “I’ll make my way home.”