"What is the trouble?" he demanded.
"If you will steady me a bit," she answered.
"Are you hurt?"
"Just dazed a little. Did you stop him?"
"Stop him? Then some one did go out?"
"As I opened the door Ben rushed by me and—I fell down. I hoped you might see him and hold him!"
"I was at the other end of the library. He must have stolen out on tiptoe. But you are faint."
"I am stronger now."
She started down the stairs with the help of the banister, holding herself together with remarkable self control. As they came into the light he saw that she was very pale, but she insisted that she needed nothing but a breath of cool air. He helped her to the door and here she sat down for a moment upon the step.
"I might take a look around the grounds," Donaldson suggested.