"If you mean your animal," he said in the slow, grim way which she began to remember as his, "he is probably well on his way home by now. He'll be all right," he added. "The gate from this field into the road is open."
"Oh!" The faintness was overcoming her again as she tried to stand. She clutched and held his arm. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I—never felt so stupid before."
"Don't be in a hurry!" he said. "You can't help it."
She sank back against his support again and so remained for a few seconds. He stood like a rock till she opened her eyes once more.
She found his own upon her, but he dropped them instantly. "You are not hurt anywhere, are you?" he said.
She shook her head. "No, it's nothing. I've wrenched my shoulder a little, but it isn't much."
"Which shoulder?"
"The right. No, really it isn't serious." She winced as he touched it with his hand nevertheless.
"Sure?" he said.
He began to feel it very carefully, and she winced again with indrawn breath.