"My head swims even yet." I grasped his hand and helped him to the grass, and once there he stood upright and shook himself, looking round in an astonished way as he did so.
"No broken bones," he said.

"Where is Elfrida?
Is she all right?
I was rough with her, I fear, but I could not help it.

Could I have managed otherwise ?" "In no way better," I said, finding my tongue at length.

"She has gone to the village.

But where have you been!" "In a long hole just over here," he answered.