"Let's get back to him then! Don't look down! Keep your face to the cliff! And remember I've got hold of you! You can't fall." She struggled blindly to her feet, helped by his arm behind her; but, though she did not look down, she was seized immediately by an overwhelming giddiness that made her totter back against him.
"I'm dreadfully sorry," she said, almost in tears.

"I can't help it.

I'm an idiot." He held her up with unfailing steadiness.

"All right! All right!" he said.

"Don't get frightened! Move along slowly with me! Keep your face to the cliff, and you'll come to some steps! That's the way! Yes, we've got to get round that jutting-out bit.