Ingram bent to lift Faith bodily from the ground.
“Take it easy, now!” he recommended. “Frightful shock, I know. Fairly turned me sick when I heard it, I can tell you. There! You’re better now, aren’t you?”
Clara, who had not ceased to rock herself to and fro, and had paid as little heed to Faith as to Clifford.
who was clumsily patting her shoulder, said in a broken voice: “He went up to see the Demon colt. He thought the world of that colt. I shan’t ever be able to bear seein’ it again. Poor boy, poor boy, goin’ like that, all alone!”
“He killed Father, Aunt Clara,” Ingram said grimly.
“Shut up!” Conrad flung at him.
“No use blinking facts, Con old man.”
“Shut up, I said! It’s too ghastly! Ray! Ray.”
Faith struggled up from the cushions on which they had laid her, pushing Charmian away in a distraught fashion. “Don’t touch me!” she panted. “Let me go! Please let me go! I can’t — I can’t — Oh, no, no, no, no!”
Her voice rose so wildly that Charmian, fearing that she was going to fall into a fit of hysterics, took her by the shoulders, and shook her ruthlessly. “Faith, stop it! Stop it at once, do you hear me? Be quiet!”