"I'm not nervous. It was a horrid sight, but I'm not troubled with nerves. The man must be dead after such a fall."
"Well, no one can say how——"
She interrupted him with a touch of impatience born of anxiety.
"Would you mind going home by train? Mrs. Greenford is thoroughly unhinged. She is in that tent over there crying her heart out, and she ought to be taken away at once."
"She doesn't know him, does she?"
"Yes, slightly. It appears that he dined with her and her husband last night."
"What do you wish to do?"
"Drive her home at once; but it leaves you to go by rail. You won't mind giving her your seat in the motor?"
She did not doubt for a moment that he would object. The car was a new purchase made by Wenaston on his arrival in England on furlough. He intended to take it back to India on his return to his work.
"Not a bit," he replied readily.