Just now he was quick enough to take in the situation: Helen despised him, it was neck or nothing, he must do all his pleading once for all, and the compensation for a broken leg was this, that she could not have the inhumanity to leave him till he declared himself fit to be left.

He pulled himself round, and straightened the leg before him as he sat.
Helen was not accustomed to falls and injuries; she was shocked and pitiful, but she was stern too; she felt that she had the right.
'I'm very sorry; I will go and get some one to help you, but you know it's entirely your own fault.

What have you been behaving in this way for ?' 'If you'd only believe me,' pleaded the Baby, 'I--I--you really can have no idea, Miss Johns----' If she could have seen how white and earnest his young face was she might have listened to him, but the light was too dim.
'I want to know this' (severely), 'Was it you who got on to our sailing boat that other night ?' 'I thought you were alarmed, Miss Johns, and in a rather--rather dangerous situation.' The Baby was using his prettiest tones, such as he used when he went out to a dance.
If she could have known how heroic it was to utter these mincing accents over a broken leg she might have been touched; but she did not even know that the leg was broken.

She went on rigidly, 'How could you get aboard when she was sailing so fast?
Where did you come from ?' 'Oh! it wasn't difficult at all, I assure you, Miss Johns; I only got on between the gusts of the wind.

I swam from the Syndicate boat.