I don't know what to think.

I suppose I'm a little, just a trifle, overworked.
Somebody once said that I had one nerve in me somewhere, and Quarrier's probably found it; that's all." "If you think it better not to come--" "I'll come.

I'll stop for you in the motor.

Don't worry, old fellow! And--take your fighting chance! Good-bye!" Siward, absorbed in his own thoughts, rose and walked slowly out of the booth, utterly unconscious that he had left his crutches leaning upright in the corner.

It was only the surprise dawning into tremulous delight on Sylvia's face that at last arrested him.
"See what you have done!" he said, laughing through his own surprise.
"I've a mind to leave them there now, and trust to your new cure." But she was instantly concerned and anxious, and entering the booth brought out the crutches and forced him to take them.
"No risks now!" she said decisively.