"For Heaven's sake, what is it?" he asked.
"The girls!" said Belinda in a whisper.
Once more the Lieutenant looked over his shoulder.
"Where?" he inquired, eyeing her anxiously.
"I—don't—know," faltered Belinda.
"Good Heavens, Belinda," protested the Lieutenant. "Wake up. What's the matter? Are you ill?"
Her look and manner distressed him. This was some sort of an attack, and he didn't understand. He didn't know what ought to be done.
Belinda had clutched his coat sleeve. He patted her hand encouragingly.
"There, there, never mind," he murmured soothingly.
Never mind, indeed! Belinda waxed tremblingly wroth.