"That feeble little creature might do some serious mischief, between this and the wedding-day," she thought; "and yet----and yet----" "Well, was there anybody outside ?" Jack asked.
"Nothing to matter," she said.

The answer was spoken mechanically.
Something in him or something in herself, it was impossible to say which, had suddenly set her thinking of the day when her husband had dragged him out of the jaws of death.

It seemed strange that the memory of the dead Doctor should come between them in that way, and at that time.
Jack recalled her to the passing moment.

He offered her the medicine-measuring-glass left on the table.

"It frightens me, when I think of what I did," he said.