She was so helpless in her pathetic, apologetic hysteria.
"I shall--be better," she gasped.

"It's nothing.

Ughtred, tell her." "She's very weak, really," said the boy Ughtred, in his mature way.

"She can't help it sometimes.

I'll get some water from the pool." "Let me go," said Betty, and she darted down to the water.