"Am I ill, Nick ?" she asked, with a touch of nervousness.
His lean hand sought and held hers.

"You've had a touch of sun, dear," he said, "but you've slept it off.

Max is quite satisfied about you.
You'll feel a bit rotten for a day or two, but that's all." "How horrid!" said Olga.
"Don't worry!" said Nick.

"I'm here.

I shall stick like a leech for the future.