"And you have been here with me ever since?" she said, with a touch of shyness. "Didn't you want to be looking after the animals?"
He shook his head, gazing steadily downwards.
"Have you been--anxious about me, Jake?" she whispered.
"Yes." Just the one word spoken with an almost savage emphasis.
"But Dr. Burrowes must have known if--if I were in any danger," she said.
He answered her with what she felt to be a great effort. "Burrowes was anxious too. He was afraid of the shock for you. He thought there was--danger."
She moved her hand a little, and in a moment, as though he feared to hurt her, he laid it gently down.
"I am so sorry you have been worried about me," she said.
"It doesn't matter now," said Jake. He reached out for a glass that stood on the table. "Burrowes left this for you. Can you manage to drink it?"
He held it to her lips with a hand that was not so steady as usual. She drank and felt revived.