"It is I--Paine.

I saw the light and knew you must be here.

What ails you?
What IS the matter ?" For a moment he stood there staring.

Then he turned and picked up the fallen chair.
"Oh, it's you, Ros, is it ?" he faltered.

"I--I--Lord, how you scared me! I--I--" "George! what IS the matter with you?
For heaven's sake! stand up, man!" He was swaying and I thought he was going to faint.