But his knees gave away under him.

He swayed forward, and must have fallen, had not Milo Standish caught him.
"Here," Milo bade his sister, as he laid the limp body back on the couch.

"Go and tell the maids to get the gray room ready as quickly as possible.

I'll carry him up there.

It was rotten of me to go on catechizing him, like that, and letting him see he was unwelcome.