I'll drop my hand and--take a stroll for a little fresh air--out yonder--" He waved his arm toward the rising sun.

"Just a step into the fresh air, Helen." "Are you not afraid ?" She managed to form the words with stiffened lips.
"Afraid ?" He stared at her.

"No; neither are you.

You'll do it, too, some day.

If you don't want to now, you will later; if you have any doubts left they won't last.