She had physical courage and was shaken rather by what she saw in Kit's face than the risk she had run.

Kit looked strangely white and strained.

He had obviously got a bad shock, but she thought he would not have looked like that had he saved anybody else from the other's gun.
"My dress is hard to see against the trees.

You really needn't be disturbed," she said.
The young man renewed his confused apologies, and when he pushed through the hedge and they went on again Grace looked at Kit.

He had not got his color back, his lips were set and his gaze was fixed.