He looked after me very well, I assure you." Davilof released her hand abruptly.

His face darkened.
"And this man?
Who was he ?" he demanded jealously.

"I hate to think of any man--a stranger--touching you." "Nonsense! Would you have preferred me to remain lying in the middle of the road ?" "You know I would not.

But I'd rather some woman had looked after you.
Do you know who the man was ?" "I did not--at first." "But you do now.

Who was it ?" "No one you know, I think," she answered provokingly.