Need we--pretend to each other any longer ?" "I don't understand," he muttered.
"Don't you ?" She drew a littler nearer him, and the face she lifted to his was very white.

But her eyes were shining.

"That night--when I fell from the car--I--I wasn't unconscious." For an instant he stared at her, incredulous.

Then he swung aside a little, his hand gripping the pillar against which he had been leaning till his knuckles showed white beneath the straining skin.
"You--weren't unconscious ?" he repeated blankly.
"No--not all the time.

I--heard--what you said." He seemed to pull himself together.
"Oh, Heaven only knows what I may have said at a moment like that," he answered carelessly, but his voice was rough and hoarse.