Please don't pay any attention to me--it's the heat, I think.' She turned blindly towards the house.
The pretence of the headache was, he knew it in the flash of revelation that came to him, on a par with Frances's ankle--but with what a difference in motive! Grave, a little pale, Gerald walked silently beside her to the woods.

He did not know what to say.

He was a little frightened and a great deal touched.
'Mr.Digby,' Althea said, when they were among the trees again--and it hurt him to see the courage of her smile--'you must forgive me for being so silly.

It is the heat, you know; and this headache--it puts one so on edge.

I didn't mean to speak as I did.