But she only clutched it the tighter.
“You’ll go!” she cried.
“No! Not to-night!”
“You promise?”
“Yes! Yes!” he growled.
She looked steadily up at him, questioning, fearful, until he bent down and kissed her.
“There!” he said, roughly and yet not ungently. “Now go to Marion!”
They picked her up, and laid her on the couch at one side of the big room; and Claire unbuttoned her dress at the throat, and bathed her face and neck with cold water, while Seth rubbed and slapped her hands.
Her first impulse, on opening her eyes and seeing Claire and Seth leaning over her, was to raise her head, and look toward the door. She saw only a patch of darkness, empty and still. Then she remembered how she had heard his mocking voice fade away in the night; 101 and her eyes returned to Seth and Claire. Their faces told her what to expect: and she knew that they were right in demanding, as they would demand, the fullest explanation.
“Water, please!” she murmured, moistening her dry lips with her tongue.