'What you said about "comfort" Mr. Rollo,I did not suppose you had ever wanted comfort in your life.'
'Didn't you?' He did not want much just now!
'Well, what did you mean?'
'You suppose that I have been in a contented state of mind all summer, for instance?'
'The point in hand is, why you are less contented to-day,' said
Hazel preserving her gravity.
'What made you faint at Gyda's?and why have you slept three whole days since?' he said gravely. 'You had better not bring it up, Wych, or I shall want comfort again.'
'Othese three days?' said Hazel. 'I have just been having my own way; as I told Mr. Falkirk; and it has agreed with me splendidly. It was no doing of mine, to send for Dr. Marylandbut Byo always fidgets over me.'
'And the fainting?and the walk over the hill? over rough and smooth, where your little feet must have had a hard time of it; and you laid it up against me?'
What had Gyda told him? Not that, for that was not true. But what? Hazel's head drooped lower.
'Mr. Rollo,' she said seriously, 'if you do not cure yourself of your habit of making statements, some day you will acquire the habit of making mistakes.'