[She, uncertain of herself, sits down. He drops on one knee, awkwardly, and takes her feet in his hands.
MRS. HOLROYD
Don't—no, don't!
BLACKMORE
They are frightfully cold. (He remains, with head sunk, for some moments, then slowly rises) Damn him!
[They look at each other; then, at the same time, turn away.
MRS. HOLROYD
We can't leave him lying there.
BLACKMORE
No—no! I'll bring him in.