"I am quite well," replied Christian.
Her words came out with a sort of indifference. She looked at Star, and then she smiled.
"Oh, I am quite well," said the young girl.
"If you are well you will get up, won't you?"
"It doesn't matter," said Christian.
"But you needn't stay in bed if you are well, need you?"
"It doesn't matter," said Christian again.
Then the thankfulness which had filled Star's heart just for a moment left it, and in its place came a queer sensation of pain and fear. Although Christian said she was quite well, her face belied her; and still more her words belied her.
"Do you know me, Chris?" said Star, bending towards her.
"Yes," replied Christian; "you are Star Lestrange."