Now, think no more of him! Here, let me see how badly you're cut." "Let me sit up, first," she begged.

"I--I'm not hurt enough to be lying here like--like an invalid!" She tried to rise, but with a strong hand on her shoulder he forced her back.

She shuddered, with the horror of the chauffeur's death strong upon her.
"Please lie still," he begged.

"You've had a terrific shock, and have lived through it by a miracle, indeed.

You're wounded and still bleeding.