He helped her to her feet, but she trembled so much that he put his arm about her.
"It's only a stone's throw away," he said.
She went with him without question. She seemed dazed with pain.
Silently he led her down to his dark abode.
"I'm giving you a lot of trouble," she murmured, as they entered.
To which he made gruff reply:
"It's worse for you than for me!"
He put her into an easy chair, lighted a lamp, and departed for a basin of water.
When he returned, she had so far mastered herself as to be able to smile at him through her tears.
"I know I'm a drivelling idiot to cry!" she said, her voice high and tremulous. "But I never felt so sick before!"