She looked at him strangely.
“Now, please,” he said. “It will be an easier position.”
But still she did not move.
“Did you try?” he said rather hoarsely.
“Yes—I tried,” she said faintly; and then the flush deepened in her face again, as the doctor bent over the couch, and changed the position in which she lay.
“Did I hurt you?” he said.
“No. Did you move me?” she faltered; and Mrs Berens looked at him inquiringly.
“Just a trifle,” he said gravely. “Ah! here’s Salis.”
There was a quick step outside, and the curate rushed in, followed more slowly by Leo, who looked ghastly.
“Mary, my dear child,” he cried, throwing himself upon his knees beside his sister, “are you much hurt?”