She had laid her little white fingers on his hand and now, feeling it burn and tremble at her touch, she caught it in both of her own and drew him into the house.
"Mr.Waldeaux," she said to a servant who appeared, "has had a fall.
Bring him water and towels.

Take care of him, Stephen." She spoke quietly, but her voice trembled with fright.
The man led George to an inner room.
"Were you thrown, sir ?" he asked sympathetically.
George hesitated.

"Yes, I was thrown," he said grimly.
He made himself clean in angry haste, taking the whisk from the man and brushing off the dry mud with a vicious fury.
Lucy came to meet him, with a pale, anxious smile.

"You must not go without a cup of hot coffee," she said, leading him to a lounge in the hall.

It was very sweet to be treated like a sick man! "And God knows I am sick, body and soul!" he thought, sinking down.
Beside the lounge was a little table with one cover.