"It's all right; please don't wait."
"But it's over now. They brought the brute down. It's miles away by this time."
He multiplied his reassurances.
"No, no; it's not that," gasped Miss Jones, looking whiter than ever.
"There were certainly no casualties over here. We should have seen signs of fire somewhere if they'd dropped a bomb."
"It's not that!" Grace told him desperately.
Trevellyan gazed at her helplessly, and repeated in an obtuse manner: "It's all over now—absolutely safe."
Grace gazed back at him with a wan smile.
"Would you mind going?" she asked him feebly. "I shall be all right in a minute. It's very tiresome, but the sight of—of blood always upsets me like this, and that man had cut his finger rather badly, and I had to do it up. It's only—that."
She put her hands up to her damp forehead as though the effort of speech had brought back the sensation of nausea.