"I suppose it is because I have been ill so long, but I feel so helpless, and I love your strength and I want you to take care of me.

Your own hands are quite cold," she added anxiously.

"You look pale, too.

You're not ill, Everard ?" "I am very well," he assured her, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"Forgive me now, won't you, if I hurry away.