"What's the matter ?" "She fell against me--her whole weight.

Oh!" "You are afraid of her!" "Yes, yes!" And in the darkness Wethermill's voice came querulously between long breaths.

"Yes, NOW I am afraid of her!" Helene Vauquier replied again contemptuously.

She spoke aloud and quite indifferently.

Nothing of any importance whatever, one would have gathered, had occurred.
"I will turn on the light," she said.