“Nothing,” I answered, with a sigh of relief. “It is all right. We shall be there soon.”
“But what is the matter? Why are you—let me walk, please.”
“You had better stay as you are. You are almost home.”
“But why are you carrying me? What is the matter?”
“You—you fainted, I think. The lightning—”
“Oh yes, I remember. Did I faint? How ridiculous! Please let me walk now. I am all right. Really I am.”
“But I think—”
“Please. I insist.”
I set her gently on her feet. She staggered a little, but she was plucky and, after a moment, was able to stand and walk, though slowly.
“You are sure you can manage it?” I asked.