May put out her hand and took hold of Mr. Bragg's as innocently as little Enid might have done. "Oh, I am so sorry!" she said.
"Yes," returned Mr. Bragg, in a subdued voice. "And I'm so sorry, too. But you are feeling better now, ain't you?"
"Oh, but I mean I am sorry for you. Sorry to frighten you and to give you so much trouble."
"Trouble! Well, I don't know about that. This good lady here has been taking what trouble there was to take. Not such a vast deal, was it, ma'am?"
The "good lady" who had begun to doubt the correctness of her assumption that these two were father and daughter, smoothed the shawl over May's feet, and murmured that they were not to mention it.
Mr. Bragg pulled out his watch impatiently.
"What! haven't they found anybody yet?" he said. "I sent off a man in a fly ten minutes ago."
The attendant observed apologetically that the first doctor they'd gone to might not have been at home, and then they'd have to go on a goodish bit further.
May started up on her elbow.
"Doctor!" she cried, in dismay. "You haven't sent for a doctor?"