“I will take you home in my automobile, Miss Hanson, if you wish me to do so,” said Nick kindly.
“Oh, no, sir, thank you,” she quickly objected, gradually drawing away. “These attacks are not as serious as they appear. It will do me good to walk home, sir, thanking you again.”
She bowed and moved away with the last, evidently quite herself again, and Nick turned to Patsy and started to return to his touring car, in which Danny was waiting.
The girl in an apron and starched cap was just departing around a curve in the driveway some thirty yards[Pg 4] distant, her trim figure partly hidden by some intervening shrubbery.
“Come on,” said Nick. “It was nothing serious, after all.”
He recalled the last with rather grim sentiments a few minutes later.
“An ordinary fit, chief, wasn’t it?” questioned Patsy.
“Yes, but only a mild one, as she said. I knew what the trouble was, all right, when I saw her wiping froth from her lips.”
“What a beastly affliction!”
“Beastly hardly expresses it,” said Nick. “Any disorder that knocks one out without warning is a deucedly bad affliction. If she had—— Hello! What now?”