As he spoke, the girl's knees sagged, and he was just in time to catch her before she fell….
Her collapse was momentary. She was not, I suppose, unconscious for more than five seconds. It was, indeed, at her bidding that Anthony set her down upon a low stone seat.
It was natural that he should be greatly concerned.
"Oh, my sweet, it was my fault. I frightened you. I know I did. Lean your head back. That's right. I was all worked up about that rotten dream. I'll never mention it again. I'm so very sorry, dear. I wouldn't have upset you for anything. And you sang so beautifully…. Why did you sing, Valerie?"
"I—I don't know. I heard a bee humming, and that made me think of the song. It was very silly."
"It was very sweet, lass. And I just loved it. And, oh, my lady, please never think of our misunderstanding again. I felt I wanted just to know, but that was all. D'you feel better now?" Valerie nodded. "Are you sure?"
"Quite."
"Shall I get you some water?"
"No, thanks, lad. I'm all right now."
Kneeling on one knee beside her, Anthony patted her hand.