"I'm falling!" "Don't be afraid!" he made answer with infinite gentleness.

"I have you safe." Someone whom she saw but vaguely came behind him and whispered in a vigorous undertone.

A large white hand, on which flashed many rings, rested upon his shoulder.
He moved slightly, took something into his free hand and held it to her lips.

Submissively, in answer to an influence that seemed to fold her about and gently to compel, she drank.
Slowly the mist of dread cleared from her brain.

Slowly she awoke to full consciousness, and found Nap Errol bending over her, her hand fast clasped in his.
"What happened ?" she asked him faintly.