"I'll stay with him," she said, "while you go for help."
The moment Langham's back was turned she spread the coat over Herring.
"Please—don't!" he said.
"You be quiet," said she sharply. "How do you feel?"
"Pretty well used up, thank you. Hope you'll 'scuse me for this collapse. Shan't happen again. Lucky thing you and I don't both collapse same moment."
A faint moan was wrung from him. She touched his cheek with her hand. It was hot as fire. She was an old-fashioned girl, and the instinct of nursing was strong in her.
She was an old-fashioned girl. There had almost always been a young man in her life about whom, for a while, she wove more or less intensely romantic fancies. They came; they went. But almost always there was one.
She raised her lovely face and looked at the moon, and made an unspoken confession. There had always been one. Well, now there was another!