WELLWYN. There, there! Shivery? Like to walk up and down a little?
[They begin walking together up and down.]
WELLWYN. Beastly when your head goes under?
MRS. MEGAN. Yes. It frightened me. I thought I wouldn't come up again.
WELLWYN. I know—sort of world without end, wasn't it? What did you think of, um?
MRS. MEGAN. I wished I 'adn't jumped—an' I thought of my baby— that died—and—[in a rather surprised voice] and I thought of d-dancin'.
[Her mouth quivers, her face puckers, she gives a choke and a little sob.]
WELLWYN. [Stopping and stroking her.] There, there—there!
[For a moment her face is buried in his sleeve, then she recovers herself.]
MRS. MEGAN. Then 'e got hold o' me, an' pulled me out.