Her hand was quite cold.

She would have drawn it away, but he insisted on feeling her pulse.
"You must come in at once," he said.
She rose, visibly trembling.

He supported her into the house, made her lie down, got a hot bottle for her feet, and covered her with shawls and blankets.
"You are quite unfit for any exertion yet," he said, and seated himself near her.

"You must consent to be an invalid for a while.

Do not be anxious.