"'Does he know I have been ill?'
"'Of course,' I said, 'and he knows that you are now perfectly well.'
"She turned slowly to her mother: 'Am I?' she asked.
"'What, dear?'
"'Perfectly well.'
"'Certainly,' replied her mother, laughing; 'well enough to break your neck on that horrid, jigging, little pony. If Garry wants to see you alive he'd better come pretty soon—'
"'Come here?'
"We all looked up at her. Oh, Garry! For a moment something came into her eyes that I never want to see there again—and, please God, never shall!—a momentary light like a pale afterglow of terror.
"It went as it came; and the colour returned to her face.
"'Is he coming here?' she asked calmly.