"That is a very dangerous thing to do, young man." The voice beneath its severity of tone was softly unctuous and vaguely Latin. "A very dangerous thing, indeed. Sudden shock has killed us many times. That is well known."
Miss Tabor looked at her with pity. Evidently the woman was still out of her head.
"If you will sit quietly for a little while you will be better," I said.
She nodded, looking curiously about her. Comprehension was coming back. She took out a crumpled handkerchief and wiped the water from her face.
"What on earth are we to do now?" Miss Tabor whispered. "We must do something, for they are expecting me home already." She glanced anxiously at the little watch at her wrist. "But I don't see how we can leave this poor woman here all by herself."
"No, I don't see how we can," I answered, "but perhaps she can walk. Do you think that she could climb that bank, even if you could?"
Miss Tabor shook her head. "We must walk back and look for an easier place. But I am afraid that the car will come before we can find one."
We had spoken in very low voices, but the woman looked up.
"You have ten minutes before the car will arrive. I will be myself by then."
"Are you sure?" I asked, for I had not seen her look at a watch.