Sometimes one stands too closely to a statue and is frightened by the nearness, as by the nearness of one of an alien region.

St.George felt this directly he spoke to her.

He shook off the impression and set himself practically to the matter in hand.

He had never had greater need of his faculty for directness.

His low tone was quite matter-of-fact, his manner deferentially reassuring.
"I think," he said softly and without preface, "that I can help you.
Will you let me help you?
Will you tell me quickly your name ?" The woman's beautiful eyes were filled with distress, but she shook her head.
"Your name--name--name ?" St.George repeated earnestly, but she had only the same answer.