“Day before yesterday—your first day here, Mr. Lynne—when you were suffering from the effects of the journey and the chloroform that we were obliged to use, the pressure of my hand upon your head seemed to comfort you.â€�
“A cloth dipped in cool water would have comforted me also,� he replied, and a flash of anger glowed in her eyes for an instant.
“A little later,� she went on, as if he had not spoken, “you fell asleep holding one of my hands, while the other one rested upon your aching head.�
“Yes, I was a bit flighty, I think. There was a time, then, when I imagined——â€� he stopped. She raised her head quickly.
“You imagined—what?â€�
“No matter.�
“But it does matter.�
“I am sorry.�
She bent toward him again, and looked steadily into his eyes.