I'm half senseless from fright.

Yes, I am, Helene! Now! here! at this very minute, I am scared blue.

That's why I'm holding on to your hand so desperately; I'm afraid to let go." She flushed brightly with annoyance, or something or other--but he held fast to her hand and put one arm around her waist.
"Sam!" she said, exasperated.

That was the last perfectly coherent word she uttered for several minutes.

And, later, she was too busy to say very much.
* * * * * When Annan returned, Helene rose from the couch where she and Ogilvy had been seated and came across the floor, blushing vividly.
"I don't know what on earth you think of me, Mr.Annan, and I suppose I will have to learn to endure the consequences of Mr.Ogilvy's eccentricities--" "Oh, I'm terribly glad!" said Annan, grinning, and taking her hand in both of his.
They had tea on the veranda.