"True that she is going—mad? Oh, Nick—Nick!"
He slipped his arm around her. "And the devil told her, did he?"
She leaned her forehead on his shoulder in an agony of quivering recollection. "Because I wouldn't listen to him—because—because—"
"Pass on," said Nick. "He told her. What happened?"
But she could not tell him. "It was too dreadful—too dreadful!" she moaned.
"Where is she now?" he pursued. "You can tell me that anyhow."
"She has gone to Mrs. Briggs," Olga whispered. "She said she would know everything. She had been her nurse from the beginning. She—she is in a terrible state, Nick. I only came away to tell you. I thought you would be getting anxious, or I wouldn't have left her. I ran up the cliff path. It was quickest."
"We will go back to her in the motor," Nick said.
He got to his feet, his arm still about her, raising her also.
"Come now!" he said. "Pull yourself together, kiddie! You will need all the strength you can muster. Come inside and have a drain of brandy before we start!"