“Were you frightened?” asked Jonathan.
“No, of course not,” I said, almost too promptly. Then I meditated—“I don’t [pg 212] know what you’d call it—but I believe I understand now what people mean when they talk about their hearts going down into their boots.”
“Did yours?”
“Why, not exactly—but—well—it certainly did feel suddenly very thick and heavy—as if it had dropped—perhaps an inch or two.”
“I believe,” said Jonathan gently, “you might almost call that being frightened.”
“Yes, perhaps you might. Tell me—were you?”
“I didn’t like it—yes, I was anxious—and it made me tired to have been such a fool—the whole thing was absolutely unnecessary, if we’d looked up the charts carefully.”
“Or asked a few questions. But you know you hate to ask questions.”
“You could have asked them.”
“Well, anyway, aren’t you glad it happened?”