“Is he breathing? Feel his heart. Any pulsation? Oh, God!” said Ross, “it wasn't my fault.” He looked round with wild eyes; he meditated flight.
“Is he better yet?”
“What's it to you, you coward?” said Kate, with a burning glance. She went on with her work: “Come then, dear, come, come now.”
Philip opened his eyes in a vacant stare, and rose on his elbow. Then Kate fell back from him immediately, and began to cry quietly, being all woman now, and her moral courage gone again in an instant.
But the moral courage of Mr. Ross came back as quickly. He began to sneer and to laugh lightly, picked up his riding-whip and strode over to his horse.
“Are you hurt?” asked Kate, in a low tone.
“Is it Kate?” said Philip.
At the sound of his voice, in that low whisper, Kate's tears came streaming down.
“I hope youll forgive me,” she said. “I should have taken your warning.”
She wiped his face with the loose sleeve of her dress, and then he struggled to his feet.