And here she paused, and then went on to the lift.

He followed her quickly.
"Are you sure you can go up alone ?" he asked anxiously.

"Or may I come ?" "Indeed, I am quite well," she answered, with a little pathetic smile.
"I will not trouble you.

Wait, I shall not be long." And so she went up.
And when she came down again, all wrapped in her furs, she found Tristram had port wine ready for her, poured out.
"You must drink this--a big glass of it," he said; and she took it without a word.
Then when they got to the door she found instead of his own open motor he had ordered one of her uncle's closed ones, which with footwarmer and cushions was waiting, so that she should be comfortable and not catch further cold.
"Thank you--that is kind of you," she said.
He helped her in, and the butler tucked the fur rug over them, while Tristram settled the cushions.

Then she leaned back for a second and closed her eyes--everything was going round.
He was very troubled about her.