"I am only tired," she said.
"I am a fool! I should have known. Come!" said David.
He drew her from the chair and led her across the lawn, supporting her. At her door: "May sleep be to you like the sound of running water," murmured David.
And when the door was closed he went hastily back to Connor.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
"What have I done? What have I done?" he kept moaning. "She is in pain. I have hurt her."
"Sit down," said Connor, deeply amused.
It had been a curious revelation to him, this open talk of a man who was falling in love. He remembered the way he had proposed to a girl, once: "Say, Betty, don't you think you and me would hit it off pretty well, speaking permanently?"
This flaunting language was wholly ludicrous to Connor. It was book-stuff.