Again the terrifying sense of physical distress—of something amiss with heart and pulse. He sat waiting for a new shock, wondering if, perhaps, it would be the last … the end….
The door opened.
"Olof! Here I am at last—am I very late?… Why, what is the matter?…
Olof…!"
Kyllikki hurried over to him. With an effort he pulled himself together, and answered calmly, with a smile:
"Don't get so excited—you frightened me! It's nothing … nothing…. I felt a little giddy for the moment, that was all. I've had it before —it's nothing to worry about. Pass off in a minute…."
She looked at him searchingly. "Olof…?"
"Honestly, it is nothing."
"It must be something to make you look like that. Olof, what is it? I have noticed it before—though you always tried to pass it off…."
"Well, and if it is," he answered impatiently, "it need not worry you."
"Olof, can you say that of anything between us two?"