Only, if I stay, you must promise to stop thinking about the accident, and try to pull together." "I promise," she agreed, looking at him with strange eyes.

"Oh dear," she added, with feminine inconsequentiality, "my hair's all down, and Lord knows where the pins are!" He smiled to himself as she managed, with the aid of such few hairpins as remained, to coil the coppery meshes once more round her head and even somewhat over the bandage, and secure them in place.
At sight of his face as he watched her, she too smiled wanly--the first time he had seen a real smile on her mouth.
"I'm only a woman, after all," she apologized.

"You don't understand.
You can't.

But no matter.

Tell me--why need you go, at all ?" "Why?
For help, of course." "There's sure to be a motor, or something, along this road, before very long," she answered.