You're being useful now; I don't feel frightened any more." She drew herself from the shelter of his strong, protecting arm, and slid along the polished step till she leant against the banister.

He could just see the whiteness of her little face shining out of the big fur collar.
"If you're feeling all right again," he said rather coolly, "I think we'd both better go to bed.

Speaking for myself, I feel sleepy!" But she was sliding towards him again, and again she clutched his arm.
"No, no," she whispered.

"Let's wait just a little longer, Bill.

I--I don't feel quite comfortable in that room.