She answered, faintly:
“No, no; only my head. But I feel very weak. I—I must sit down a minute.”
“Drink this,” said some one, proffering a glass of water.
She looked up into the face of a fair, handsome man, and felt a thrill of subtle pleasure at his gaze.
When she had drained the glass, he added, kindly:
“My carriage is here; permit me to take you to your destination.”
Floy knew that it was not safe to trust strangers usually; but the voice and face of this one were so noble they inspired instant confidence, so she answered, gratefully:
“I will thank you very much,” and, with a grateful smile at the woman, she followed him to the carriage, saying: “I was on my way to the station, to go away; but I feel so shaken that I had better postpone my trip till to-morrow;” and she named the address of Ruth Bascom, with whom she had been staying while she rallied her courage to return to Mount Vernon.
It was a long distance, and a sudden mutual attraction between them made the pair very confidential.
“I am so thankful your injuries are so slight. You might have been killed,” he began; and the girl answered, sadly enough: